Day Eighteen:
            Got my pages up on Steve Wilkos and a little about my drug days, with a poem and the ill effects of drugs with links to some help sites. I hope it will help anyone who is dealing with addiction or who is about to take the plunge--don't do it!
        If I only knew then what I know now I would never had been so stupid. Twenty years of "drug hell"  Is how I'd put it. I had so much so many times and lost all of it. Now I live with my Dad and at the age of 44 it's not cool. In my hay day, when things were going well and I had been clean for about 3 years I had a good job (well paying), a home, a car ('01 Mustang Convertible), a boat and a wonderful girl. Lost, lost to the crack pipe in no time at all! In the end I ended up doing a year in jail when I lost my mind and got into a high speed chase with the cops. I have gained little since then, and I get depressed thinking about it, the lose of a good woman (her kids loved me), a nice home and a comfortable life. The only thing I have left are a few pictures to remind me of what I've lost.
        So, think about what could happen to you if you take the plunge! It could be the beginning of a dreadful end--even death. I've lost a lot of friends to drugs, overdose--suicide, but to lose the ones you love is a fate worse then death and it stays with you for a long, long time. I don't think the hurt really ever goes away, it stays with you, and when little things that remind you of those days come to mind, the pain shoots through you like a knife and you have to catch your breath and try to push it away. It hardly ever helps, but it keeps you from crying....

        Please read what I think about Steve Wilkos and tell me what you think, I really want some input on the subject, and also if you have any thing at all to say about anything on this site, I would like some ideas about content. So, have a great day and I'll post again soon.
                                                                                        Peace Out, Scotty