The First Time

I remember the first time I liked feeling different.  My father died when I was 8 years old and the doctor gave mom some medicine to calm me down.  I took that first teaspoon of that relaxing concoction and felt such warmth and peace.  I didn’t worry about molesting boss-man #1 or anything else.  I was out of school for a few days and when I went back to school, I wasn’t being give this wonder drug anymore.  I faked a crying fit saying I missed my Daddy and mom came to the school and gave me more meds.  I guess this was the beginning of my using.


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