Confessions of an Addict

(Reposted from October 27th, 2001 – Dave)

I’ve been hooked on this shit since I was young. It was hard to get in elementary school but I used to steal it from my dad. When I was ready to go to high school we moved to Hawaii. Now, it was more readily available, you could score it in high school, you could get it on the streets. They had some high quality shit in Hawaii, let me tell you!

Dad was still my main supplier, although he never knew it… He always used it responsibly, but I was left with the ends and the bits and pieces I could scrounge. I would always need more and more, never satisfied but never really having much money for a serious habit, when you are a teen with no job, cash is hard to come by…

Later I joined the service and, after boot camp, I thought I was in heaven! All I could want was laid at my feet, almost begging for to pick it up. I had the money, I had the time, I had the desire! I remember many an hour would pass, me staring off into space, my fingers working furiously, my ears hungered for the hissing and snapping it would make.

Still later after I left the service, with all the new regulations and such, and me being out of the business and married, I weaned myself from it. I really had no excuse to have it around and I didn’t want my wife to know I had a problem. So I thought myself cured…

Earlier this afternoon a package came here at work, they did not know who it was for so they brought it to me. As I was inspecting the contents of this package the SHIT JUMPED OUT AT ME! I screamed, I whimpered, I sobbed, I begged, I sighed… and finally I succumbed…. Clean for 10 years, all gone to pot…

A few mindless minutes staring off into space… my fingers sore, I’d been out of practice for so long… and now I’m totally hooked again… I don’t even know where to get it from anymore…

Hi, I’m Dave… and I’m a bubble-wrap junkie.