So I’m continuing to fight my drug addiction, going on 10 months clean and sober. I smoked weed for the first time the summer after I graduated from high school. That’s where my drug use began.
In all reality, my addiction probably started as a weekend drinker when I began driving. I was a dedicated basketball player in high school, but that didn’t stop me and my teenage girlfriends and teammates from imbibing-mostly beer-in the local valleys where we would hang out.
Even though it was only on weekends, I’d call it an addiction because I was never drinking just for fun. My goal was always to get drunk.
One night as a senior, I was driving three friends along the back roads of some valley when my buddy sitting in the back seat said he had to piss. I pulled over in the grass and decided it was a good time to join him in letting loose some personal fluids.
With our zippers down and cocks hanging out, half wasted and singing a Queen anthem together, we were shocked to see a police car rapidly approaching us. All of a sudden the siren came on and we were flooded by a search light.
The cop on the scene quickly got out of his car and asked what we were doing. With my fly still down and slightly slurring my words, I couldn’t think of an excuse fast enough. The police lights seemed to be my life flashing before me.
Soon another officer joined the scene and after finding the case of beer in my car, me and my three friends were driven to the local cop station.
My first thought in the police car, I remember, was “Now I’ll never get drunk tonight.”
Our parents were called as we sat in the station and we each ended up with a minor offense-underage drinking-that I learned would be removed from our record once we turned 18.
The police scare didn’t stop me. After a little bit of time off, I started drinking again, every weekend night. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of an even greater problem I would deal with for the rest of my life.