Monday, August 31, 2009

After waking up from an attempted suicidal overdose on heroin. I was living on the street, starving and dirty. I woke up the day after Thanksgiving in a dirty gas station bathroom with a needle still in my arm and a note next to me that read "don't call this an overdose, I know what I'm doing."

I checked myself into rehab that day, and have now been sober 7 months.

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