My Intimate Moment with my Father
My Intimate Moment with my Father I’m a recovering crystal meth addict with one hell of a story to tell. The first 25 years of my life were dreadful. I wanted nothing more than to die some screwed-up death because the enemy had me convinced that my purpose had come and gone, like ashes on an empty street on a foggy day. I discovered a once-a-month tradition that was perfect for what I was striving for. I called it, survival records. I would manipulate a doctor for a bottle of 60 20mg Adderalls, and see how quickly I could chew up every pill and survive. A once-a-month suicide attempt that I will admit is just too much fun. Crazy? Absolutely. I put up some crazy numbers. One time I blew through all of them in around 12 hours, and then swallowed 20 Effexors in one gulp. I was found dead in a gutter. When I came to it, I was in an ambulance staring straight up at a bunch of EMTs looking at me. I was hooked up to all sorts of different medical machinery. I asked what was going on. Before he answered my question, he started talking to them. I got mad and asked again. He said I had a seizure, a concussion, and a small fracture in
;
