well, at the age of 18 I started smoking weed, and hey, it was real fun at the beginning...but after a while I was loosing the motivation to do anything except to smoke. after a couple of years I tried MDMA, was fun too...next were cocaine and amphetamines. at the end I was so addicted that I needed about 2grams of speed/day, just to be able to go to work and handle my everyday life. I tried LSD too, my first trip that kicked was a real overdose and it was pure horror, so I never tried it again. well, the end of the story was that my health was completely ruined, I lost my toenails, my teeth were about to fall out and my mind was in a catastophic state. one day I was at a friends house for party, I was high as fuck already but I snorted another line....the next thing I remember is that I woke up in a hospital.
the doctor said if I´ll not change my life I would be dead soon...and when I was allowed to get up a couple of days later I was on my way to the smoking room, when a ambulance guy crossed my way, and he said: "nice to see you´ve made it"....he was the driver of the ambulance which carried me to the hospital, and he told me that they had to re-animate me twice. that was such a shock that I promised myself that day to change my life.
well, this is now more than 10 years ago, and since then I´ve NEVER touched hard drugs again...I rarely drink alcohol (maybe 2 times/year) and when me and my friends make our annual gambler´s party out in the green I maybe smoke some weed (but that´s the only time in the whole year).
I had to work myself out of this shit completely by my own, it was a damn hard way from a fucked up zombie to the point where I´m at now, and I still have to deal with the aftermaths. my life and my mind are too precious to waste them with beeing a drug slave...that´s what I´ve learned out of it...
