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  Stella

  1 year ago

  Good-luck to you; and I give ya' "props" for doing/creating this blog. I'm sure it will help a lot of people, even if it's only just one, that's reason enough! God-bless you and keep fighting the good fight. :)
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  Stella

  1 year ago

  A lot of people clean, I meant to type! Sorry. :)
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  Some Chick

  1 year ago

  Thank you Stella for the encouragement, I really appreciate your support!!
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  euroyankee

  1 year ago

  I too know the trajedy of Palmdale. I grew up on E Ave Q2 and 22nd St East. Our hometown is an anachronism; full of the broken homes of laid off aerospace workers and parole violators. Half the kids that I grew up with were the offspring of outlaw bikers and felons. 90% of the time their cupboards were bare and their houses reeked of cat piss. One or more parents/step parents were always involved in some stage of the judicial process. Dope is the only constant in an environment like that. It's the only structure that some kids ever have growing up in the windy Antelope Valley. I am really happy for you that you were able to kick the sh1t. I am a veteran of the AV wasteland. I have since been around the world. There is so much more to life than ditching school in the desert, hiding from cops, and drinking coffee at IHOP during school hours. Isn't there?
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  Some Chick

  1 year ago

  Thanks for stopping by yankee! Wow - small world!! Palmdale is an absolute nightmare. I continue to live in California and Palmdale still isn't too far from me. I have friends and family there and still travel there as well. It's funny, but you didn't grow up too far from where I did! All the things you mentioned, I remember very, very well. Growing up, our house was the local tweaker hangout. And embarrassing as it was, I wouldn't let my little friends come over to our house because our house smelled like cat piss 24/7. Those that did come over, rarely came back.
  
  I guess I should state for the record that I never became addicted to speed. Everyone in my life was though. My parents and every last friend I had. I lived the life as one of them - even staying up for days with them and dealing with those that almost died in front of me. I did try it - on my 18th birthday I said I would do it once just to see what it was that everyone loved so much about meth. I think because I hated what it did to everyone I knew so much, I wouldn't let it's effect take hold. I actually fell asleep after doing a line. I woke up the next day and went on a blind date where I began crying for no apparent reason and left the poor guy sitting alone at Sizzler (lol). I guess I got to experience the emotional roller coaster of coming down, but not the actual high. Oh well, it was best that way. I never did it again.
  
  I write this blog because even though I was not an addict, I lived the life of one. My life could have easily taken the same road as those around me. I could have let the obstacles of growing up poor as dirt with drugs around every corner overcome me, but I didn't.
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  chris

  2 weeks ago

  Keep posting, education is the key to help people realize the epidemic of drugs, and the need for more rehabs, not jails, and prisons.......if it were the DA's daughter or son, wife, or parent, what would they do for them????? I ask this question often, so many addicts don't get the help they need because of lack of knowldege of addiction....
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