I could not stop shooting up. My wife took away my money, so I traded both of my TVs for dope. A friend ODed in my living room. That scared me away for all of three days. I was getting kicked out of my apartment. I had to return my dog to the shelter. Ultimately, my father opened his home, in Utah, to me. I flew out of New Jersey as quickly as I could, leaving 90% of my material possessions behind.
In Utah, I’m still desperate to use, but I have no way of getting what I want. I had 25 days clean today. That was before I found and used codeine. Not the same as shooting dope, but it did calm me down a bit. Guess I’m back to day 0. Fuck.