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March 3, 2006 (Press Release) -- "I was sitting on the couch trying to decide whether I would shoot up enough to give myself that high I loved or enough to just end everything…it was a tough decision to make, but I decided to pick up the phone instead." For me, substance use was something of a family hobby. There was plenty of alcohol around all the time. My mother would usually have a cocktail in the car with her friends, and I grew up thinking this was normal. After all, alcohol use can seem glamorous when it is used out by the pool or on the country club lawn. I mean, I didn't start using because I thought it would make me look like a movie star. I just thought it would help me fit in better with the people around me. See, I was always the odd man out; I always felt I was different and strange, and growing up in a small town in the middle of Tennessee doesn't give much room to anyone to go down a different path.

I used to travel from my boarding school in Gainesville to spend the weekends with my sister and her boyfriend in Atlanta. These two always made my weekends fun. They even helped me start shooting up speedball (cocaine and heroin). Funniest thing, I never thought I would be able to put the needle in my own arm but after a while, it turned out I was quite capable of injecting myself.

My drug use can be documented as follows:
Age15: I had started smoking pot
Age16: marked my first experience drunk
Age17: my Dad died and I started using marijuana everyday
Age19: I was shooting up speed daily

Around the time I turned 20, my family confronted me about what I was doing. They gave me a choice- clean up or get cut off. I figured I didn't really have a choice and so I proceeded to spend some time at a drug rehab center in Tucson, AR. But I had my family fooled. I had decided before I even got to the center that I was not going to change what I was doing. After all, why should I? According to what I was being told, stopping drug use would mean giving up not only the drugs, but my friends…my whole way of life- I couldn't do that. And even after I revealed the sister who had been giving me dope at a family therapy session, she was still the only one that understood. She understood so well, that she would sneak in speed for me while I was at the center.

Things were ok for a while. I settled down in Atlanta and was bartending at a local bar. I was able to work here and smoke out. In fact, many times I would go to work high or just get high on the job. Everyone was really laid back and relaxed about all this stuff and I made some really good friends. Still, there seemed to be something missing. I had a series of relationships; three were major ones and neither one ended up being what I can realistically call healthy. Probably because these guys needed to help themselves, and I couldn't provide that for them while taking care of myself.

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