Seldomly had I seen such arrogance. Dope had the audacity to think that I was his property. The drug tried to convince me that I was his slave. That I was no longer free to exercise free will. For years he dragged me through the streets and put me on display like a street performer hustling for loose change. But it wasn't all his fault. I gave him permission to do it. In fact, I encouraged him to help me to wreck my life.

One day I asked God to help me take back my life. I had grown weary of the vice like grip that the drug claimed over me. God's answer was yes and I have not looked back since. I know that it is imposible to move forward while looking in my rear view mirror. And I know that life for me will be good if I keep coming back. Happy Holidays