Hi, I'm Sam and I came across this site while doing some late night browsing. I'm happy to be here and even more excited to tell my story. Well.. actually more relieved to tell my story. Here I go.. In the past few years, I've had close friends die from drug overdoses and horrific accidents with drug use involved. Others have been in and out of rehab. The rest just seem to disappear as if they're too embarrassed of themselves. As for me.. I always considered myself stronger than most since I wasn't easily swayed into complete and total dependency. But when I look back at it... I was completely dependent on getting high any way I could.. On a good week, it would be weed, alcohol, Xanax or Lora tabs.. maybe some LSD and shrooms.. possibly coke if I could afford it or bum it off of someone. You know... the cool stuff. But when things got tough... boy did they ever. I used to make this dope runs for my neighbors to get them heroine and keep $20 for myself and snort less than half a gram to hold me over for a few days. Then I started skipping town messing with these hood rats and smoking crack because it was the thing to do. There's so much more I can talk about but damnit I'd be typing til dawn. To make a long story short... I went into rehab once I started to realize my life was turning into ****. I met a good woman once I got out... we married and had a baby girl recently. I'm just hear to listen. Tell my story. Help people out. I feel like... hell it's the least I can do because I've honestly wasted away my 20's and life is too short for all that. I'm here to help the cause, not hurt it.