Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Death ain't one of them
Three more days until my sober birthday (20 freakin' years) and some (not many) crazies are dancing in my head.
I can visualize myself back then. My body was so dirty from months of daily crack smoking. You may not know that a crack head can not stand the feel of water on their skin. My pants were a size 2 and they hung loose. My fingers were blistered from the hot pipe.
My heart hurt from missing myself. The shame was all consuming. I believed with every fiber of my being that there was no way out, no path to redemption, no hope.
An addict is afraid of many things. Death ain't one of them.