I used to have a vision of myself living up on a hill in a nice little house all free and clear of everyone else, having an endless supply of excellent dope, being able to putter around my little house and yard and coming and going as I pleased. Well once when I had completed a twelve month drug court ordeal my little vision had somewhat come true. I did get my little house on the hill but it was on Big Hill and my little house was not a house but a mobile home. Actually though it was nice enough and I had a beautiful little yard with a lawn and trees and flowers. Since I had just graduated from Drug Court I of course was on probation but had done well and was not being watched. I had a car and a valid driver’s license and could come and go as I pleased. I had a great connection and a part time job; I had very little traffic and only dealt with a handful of working class people and the ones that weren’t at least appeared to be. Life was good!!! Yea,finally. Well, so much for “yea finally.” An old friend of mine showed up from out of town with her son who had just gotten out of prison. They had nowhere to stay and I could not turn them down. Soon one thing led to another and I’m sure you know how the ol’ story goes. I knew at the time that letting people in could be my doom but what are ya gonna do? Eventually it was like a big giant wave of misery rose up, seemingly all the way from the valley and swept my vision away, also sweeping me away to return no more.
No more time for details but you can imagine the rest, more misery, homelessness, jail and so on and so forth and back to square one!
Now my life is amazing because somewhere between the misery and the back to square one the old me died, but I was born again. Thank God, I’ve been re-made!
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