I left my sentencing hearing relieved that my judgment was so light, and armed with the knowledge that if I completed the deferment program successfully, my criminal record would be "esponged" and no public source would have access to that drug-related charge. I never called anyone even family and refused to answer calls. After a few weeks of regularly attending this Friday night meeting, I started to do others, met more people and soon began feeling like I belonged somewhere. I began to seek help and for the first time I spoke to another person about my meth use. You've got to look somewhere else if you want to find someone or something meaningful. A yellow bio-hazard bin.
Perhaps tipped off by a subtle change in my rhythm or some hooker's sixth sense Crystal noticed I'd returned to the land of the living again and taking her hand off my head tilted my chin up to look at her. How do I not end up where I was a year ago? I cooked my brain so badly that, after a few months, I genuinely lost track of the fact I was writing a story; I stopped taking notes, and became fixated on a series of nonexistent events, with myself at the centre. As I turned to him, still on my knees he made the same motion the first guy had, slid forward slightly and parted his legs. He moved behind me, stroking his lubed cock preparing it for me. For many months after, even long after the cravings have passed, the ways of seeing I developed on crystal meth continued, and continued in a manner that was not only hard for me to notice — because I was in the midst of them — but also because they were magnifications of things already in my personality.
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