It all leads to the gutter...

Are you gonna be honest enough to admit you're deepest secrets, things that you are embarrassed about, things you wish no one ever knew, things you'd rather keep hidden, hoping that nobody knew, or are you gonna be responsible enough to keep it 100 ....

After waking up sick as fuck, somewhere on this not so magical ride, trying to slide outta bed, knowing all to well that a shower would do you right, but ignoring the water's warmth to the calls of the tar, i decided to ignore the shower promised i'd shower after getting right, i went down to a street that tar was readily available on most of the street, Sabina was only about 5 minutes tops away, after doing a quick drive by making sure it was all clear no 5 -O i pulled up quickly hearing my name being called went straight over to a guy who had suddenly become my best friend in the last 6 months, at times wondering just how much him and his family had really benefited off me and my money, he wasn't like most connections that i have had even when i was short, he always helped me out, maybe cause at this time i was dropping an easy $500 a day at minimal . Anyways after scoring what i needed to get me right, instead of driving straight to my house which was only a few blocks away, i chose to pull over and get right right there, curbside, including the water that was available curbside the word is key here, it describes everything if you follow what i am trying to write, or if you've ever been in my shoes, knowing all well to better, but not giving a fuck, here i was drawing up water from the gutter and injecting it into my arm, mixed with the Mexican tar it wouldn't hurt me, so that's what i thought, by the grace of god as i sit here writing my memoirs, many which i am ashamed to even claim, but do so as it it part of owning your own. Yes i did this more than once ignoring the why and what if's, all in the pursuit of injecting a temporary reprieve of what addiction offered. As i sit and think back just how stupid i was, i also remind myself how lucky i am, that i never contracted any disease, other than cotton fever, i get regular testing done every 3 or 4 months full blood panels, and thankfully i am all good. My daily thoughts are even if you are living well, it all leads to the gutter, here i was slitting in a $50,000    911 and playing with fire and cheating death. My only goal here is to bring awareness, not embarrass myself which i not only did to myself but to my family as well. These are the truths and memoirs of a real rider, all i state and all i claim are the truth. If one can do anything, anything, try and be a better person than they were the day before, although life is given, tomorrow is never promised, seek what you love, and make the change. If i can do this so can anyone...