How I Got Hooked On Drugs

I grew up in the ghetto. Not just any ghetto the hood. All you see during the day is drug dealers, crack heads, and everything in between. At the age of eighteen I started dating the biggest drug dealer in the game.

His name was Max. Max had all the respect of a pastor in our town. He treated me very nice in the beginning. We went on lavish trips, shopping sprees. Anything I wanted he would supply.

For the first years I was totally in love with this man, I thought. Until the real side of him kicked in. He became very controlling. I thought it was because I was much younger than Max.

His temper was very bad when he got mad, but he never hit me. I thought that it was sweet in a way that someone cared for me. So I would try to keep the peace and did what ever he wanted.

I did things with him that I would never be able to do on my own, so I thought. he told me that smoking crack is for the weak. Strong people don’t do drugs.

One day we got into a heated argument and he left. I hate being controlled so I did the unspeakable. I started smoking crack. It didn’t matter what he said I just didn’t pay it any attention.

This was my dirty little secret. I kept the charade up for about six months when he found out. My connect had gotten locked up so I had t call one of his boys. He promised that he would keep the secret. That was the first time he hit me.

I thought my jaw was broken. He told me that I don’t have to hide. He said you only get your stuff from me.I was surprised and relieved at the same time.

Little did I know he was setting me up. One night he had some guys over for drinks. I was in the bedroom chill in. Max walks in and gives me some crack to keep me occupied. After smoking for about an hour, in comes Max and two of his friends.

He tells me to take my clothes off. I look at him and said are you going crazy. He looked back at me and said do you really think I would wife up a crack head. So to earn your keep do as I say.

The two guys ran a train on me. After that if any one wanted to have me Max got paid for it. After a while I started looking like just what I was smoking.

One day I had sex with at least twenty men. Max was getting paid, and all I was getting was crack. At ninety-five pounds I called my mother. She said come on home baby.

I went back home. Got into rehab, and eventually went back to school. There is nothing wrong with money, it’s the way you receive it. When you put money over all you will fail every time. life is not worth living for the love of money.

How I Got Hooked On Drugs