Hello everyone 
I don't think a lot of you know or remember, but I was recently able to access internet again after loosing it. Now I want to share my story with everyone if no one minds.
During the past few months I have been going through the most tough times of my life. On New Years Day (Of all days :/ ) I got a call from the insurance company I worked at, and was told I was fired. Then four days later a guy I worked with was fired and he committed arson against them, burning down half of the main lobby, part of a conference rooms, and severely damaging the server room that held the data of thousands of people (Cost the company almost $10 million in lost profits). This ex-coworker is now in jail on a seven year sentence.
Now things start to get a bit dicey. I thought "Well okay. I'm fired but it shouldn't be hard to get a job, right?". I was dead wrong. Not a lot of people want to hire a fresh college graduate, and the only job I could get was a bagger at a local grocery. It was okay at first. I made some good money but it wasn't enough to pay bills and college tuition. I had to disconnect my gaming computer and stash in my closet so my electric bill lowered. It saved me about $30 but I still was losing money, and a lot of it.
Now things start to get really bad. Half way through February I was forced to sell my Xbox 360, and I had to stop paying my internet bill. I thought this would do the trick and get me back on the financial track, but I was wrong. The electricity bill has been insane the past few months. It had gotten into the 20's and teens where I live in Florida (Yes, the "Sunshine" state). Of course I didn't want to be cold during this time. I kept my heat at around 65, but I didn't exactly live in the most efficient home so the heat came on about every 15 minutes.
Then at the beginning of March I found that I could no longer afford to pay my rent...that was the worst realization I have ever made. A very good friend of mine said it was okay if I lived with him for a while. I took up his offer and I lived with him for a few weeks before I began to panic from the piling debt that was being thrown at me. Now there was a downside to this friend of mine. He had been having substance abuse issues for a while now. I had always been there to help him out which is why he allowed me to stay with him. And as it happened to be, he was still abusing substances since walked in on him snorting cocaine in the living room. Naturally I freaked out he was doing this. So now I had the weight of financial instability along with the though that I lived with a drug addict.
One day I was sitting on the couch in the living room. I was a nervous wreck at this point, and stress had taken over me. I couldn't sleep at nights, and most of the time I was on edge. My friend (I'll refer to him as "Richard" from now on) said that he knew of a way to relieve stress very fast. I was open to options and he introduced me to heroin. It was a very bad choice at the time, maybe the worst in my existence. On March 18, 2010 I took my first heroin injection. It worked for me, and I was hooked. For several more weeks I spent most of my time shooting heroin and hanging out with Richard, who was equally high.
Then just one month after my first heroin shot, I couldn't take it anymore. I called my parents and told then what had been happening. I spoke with my father for several hours and we decided it would be best if I returned home. Before we ended our conversation, he said he was leaving to come get me (They only lived about a two day drive from me). That same night I went to the grocery store I had worked at and found boxes to pack my things. I was up all night packing the things I had, while shooting heroin twice. I was packed and ready to go the next day, and my father called me and said he would be arriving to the address I gave him in just an hour. He also said he drove the entire night to get there quicker. Soon after the call, Richard had arrived home with a new supply of heroin. He saw my boxes in the living room and asked where I was going. I told him I was leaving to go home. He tried to convince me to go home, but I told him I couldn't be a drug addict like he was. So he called me a wimp (More vulgarly said though) and got back into his car and left.
So not too long after my dad arrived and I packed my things. He wanted a quick look through of our house first. He was disappointed with how things looked. Trash was all over the place and a couple heroin needles were lying around. After a few minutes all he said was "That's all" and we left.
Now I'm home again, in the loving care of God and my family. It seems a little pathetic I'm living with my parents again. But none of that matters. Last week my father called the University of Florida and a friend of ours made arrangements to offset tuition payments for a month.
It feels good to have clean veins and internet again
-Crowned
I don't think a lot of you know or remember, but I was recently able to access internet again after loosing it. Now I want to share my story with everyone if no one minds.During the past few months I have been going through the most tough times of my life. On New Years Day (Of all days :/ ) I got a call from the insurance company I worked at, and was told I was fired. Then four days later a guy I worked with was fired and he committed arson against them, burning down half of the main lobby, part of a conference rooms, and severely damaging the server room that held the data of thousands of people (Cost the company almost $10 million in lost profits). This ex-coworker is now in jail on a seven year sentence.
Now things start to get a bit dicey. I thought "Well okay. I'm fired but it shouldn't be hard to get a job, right?". I was dead wrong. Not a lot of people want to hire a fresh college graduate, and the only job I could get was a bagger at a local grocery. It was okay at first. I made some good money but it wasn't enough to pay bills and college tuition. I had to disconnect my gaming computer and stash in my closet so my electric bill lowered. It saved me about $30 but I still was losing money, and a lot of it.
Now things start to get really bad. Half way through February I was forced to sell my Xbox 360, and I had to stop paying my internet bill. I thought this would do the trick and get me back on the financial track, but I was wrong. The electricity bill has been insane the past few months. It had gotten into the 20's and teens where I live in Florida (Yes, the "Sunshine" state). Of course I didn't want to be cold during this time. I kept my heat at around 65, but I didn't exactly live in the most efficient home so the heat came on about every 15 minutes.
Then at the beginning of March I found that I could no longer afford to pay my rent...that was the worst realization I have ever made. A very good friend of mine said it was okay if I lived with him for a while. I took up his offer and I lived with him for a few weeks before I began to panic from the piling debt that was being thrown at me. Now there was a downside to this friend of mine. He had been having substance abuse issues for a while now. I had always been there to help him out which is why he allowed me to stay with him. And as it happened to be, he was still abusing substances since walked in on him snorting cocaine in the living room. Naturally I freaked out he was doing this. So now I had the weight of financial instability along with the though that I lived with a drug addict.
One day I was sitting on the couch in the living room. I was a nervous wreck at this point, and stress had taken over me. I couldn't sleep at nights, and most of the time I was on edge. My friend (I'll refer to him as "Richard" from now on) said that he knew of a way to relieve stress very fast. I was open to options and he introduced me to heroin. It was a very bad choice at the time, maybe the worst in my existence. On March 18, 2010 I took my first heroin injection. It worked for me, and I was hooked. For several more weeks I spent most of my time shooting heroin and hanging out with Richard, who was equally high.
Then just one month after my first heroin shot, I couldn't take it anymore. I called my parents and told then what had been happening. I spoke with my father for several hours and we decided it would be best if I returned home. Before we ended our conversation, he said he was leaving to come get me (They only lived about a two day drive from me). That same night I went to the grocery store I had worked at and found boxes to pack my things. I was up all night packing the things I had, while shooting heroin twice. I was packed and ready to go the next day, and my father called me and said he would be arriving to the address I gave him in just an hour. He also said he drove the entire night to get there quicker. Soon after the call, Richard had arrived home with a new supply of heroin. He saw my boxes in the living room and asked where I was going. I told him I was leaving to go home. He tried to convince me to go home, but I told him I couldn't be a drug addict like he was. So he called me a wimp (More vulgarly said though) and got back into his car and left.
So not too long after my dad arrived and I packed my things. He wanted a quick look through of our house first. He was disappointed with how things looked. Trash was all over the place and a couple heroin needles were lying around. After a few minutes all he said was "That's all" and we left.
Now I'm home again, in the loving care of God and my family. It seems a little pathetic I'm living with my parents again. But none of that matters. Last week my father called the University of Florida and a friend of ours made arrangements to offset tuition payments for a month.
It feels good to have clean veins and internet again
-Crowned
