While I was hanging out with my friend Dave , after my second adult sentence , his roommate’s friend introduced us to cocaine. Dave and I had spent another night , breaking into another store , to steal cartons of cigarettes. We had taken our load back to the house the three of us lived in. With our load of smokes stashed , we went to sleep. Dave and I got up around 3 in the afternoon. To our surprise Dave’s childhood friend and roommate was in the house. Since he was a doorman/bouncer at a nightclub in Victoria , we seldom were at home at the same time. If we were there was a very good chance that either Dave and I or his roommate were sleeping. By dumb luck alone neither Dave nor I were able to sleep until suppertime , like we usually did when we were out all night breaking into places.

The roommate’s friend asked Dave if he had any cartons that he could buy. Both Dave and I had a good laugh when the question was asked. Unbeknownst to this person , Dave and I had about 150 cartons in our bedroom closet. We were given a puzzled look by the two other people in the house because Dave never gave an answer but we both started laughing instead. Dave flashed a quick glance at me which told me that he was going to share our secret with these people. Dave asked which kind of smokes he was hoping to get ? The two older guys also exchanged a look to each other. Reading situations and people becomes instinctual once a person has been thrown in any jail. I knew these two men were aware we had some kind of motherload of cartons , especially because of how Dave answered.

I opened our bedroom door and told the roommate’s friend to come have a look at what we had. The redhaired man walked into our bedroom and I opened the closet door to reveal the entire closet stacked with different cartons. The redhead started laughing at the site before his mind. He quickly saw the brand he smoked and asked how many he could buy. Dave told him we wanted 15 dollars for two cartons. We were asked by the redhead if we would do a trade instead ? I could not help myself but asked aloud , “What kind of trade do you want to do ?”. Dave answered my question before his roommate’s friend had a chance to explain what he was thinking. The redhead was known to Dave as a dealer . He sold cocaine at the bar were his roommate was the doorman\bouncer. Dave asked me if I had ever tried cocaine before.

I had never tried any kind of hard drugs before. I smoked pot and cigarettes , drank all kind of booze but up until that point in time , I had never used. I had witnessed my foster dad inject heroin and many different pills that had some form of opiate in them but never personally tried it myself. I admitted the truth and Dave asked me if I would like to ? My hesitation prompted Dave to ask the redhead how much did he want to trade. I guess Dave knew how expensive the drugs were and was in a great position to broker the deal. People need to understand street prices for cocaine are drastically inflated compared to the price paid when a person buys in bulk. Dave had insight into the amounts and costs this redheaded man was getting , which enabled him to broker a better deal than someone who did not have this “insider’s” knowledge. A gram was typically sold for 75 – 100 dollars on the street but on an ounce a dealer would usually pay $1200. Broken down into grams , a dealer only pays around 40.

Dave brokered a deal with the redheaded man. He gave him 4 cartons for a 1/2 gram of cocaine. He selected four cartons of Du Maurier , regular. After he grabbed his four cartons Dave threw a carton of Export ‘A’ to his roommate for appreciation. As well as it was fairly routine for the three of us to help each other out if any one of us had a good night. It was a courtesy to show respect for the space we all shared. It was also respect that was given and appreciated by the receiver. The foundations our mutual respect is mandatory for any successful relationship. Whether it is between men in a forced environment or between people outside , in the real world. Without the courtesy of mutual respect , a foundation of trust is extremely hard to accomplish. If not impossible.

With the transaction done Dave and I took most of the other cartons to our buyers. When we got back to the house , we prepared ourselves to start in on our package of cocaine. It was commonplace for Dave and I to keep 4 or 5 cartons of smokes for our own supply. Dave enquired if I was telling the truth about never using cocaine before. I sheepishly confessed that I had never used coke or any hard drugs before. I admitted to weed , LSD , mushrooms , booze and to sniffing gas but yes , I was being honest. He told me he had used coke before but he preferred to smash it , ( inject it into a vein ). The other alternatives were to rock up the cocaine and smoke it through a pipe , snort it up your nose or even smoke it in a cigarette. He stated he had tried every way but his preference was to shoot it.

I did not disagree because I had no knowledge to decide. So I followed his lead as he prepared a shot for me. He placed a small amount into a spoon and pulled some water into the 3cc syringe he had. Once the water mixed with the cocaine , it instantly dissolved. He tore off a small part of the cotton filter off the end of a smoke , rolled it into a ball , got it wet with water before dropping it into the spoon. After the cotton was in the spoon , he placed the end of the syringe onto the cotton and pulled the liquid cocaine into the syringe. He was careful to get all the air out of the syringe and told me to wrap a belt around my upper arm so he could pick a good vein to inject the dope. I did as I was instructed and cut the circulation to my lower arm , with the belt.

My veins jumped out from under my skin , which gave Dave easy access. As he selected a vein I could see this was not his first time doing this. At a 45 degree angle he pierced my skin and found a vein. He then gentle pulled back on the syringe barrel to see if blood seeped into the outfit. It did and I felt grateful since needles had usually scared me. As he injected the drug into me he told me to get ready. He pulled the needle out of my arm and placed his thumb over the area were the needle came out. I pulled the belt off of my arm and pulled my fist up to my shoulder as he let his thumb off of my arm. I was going to ask him why or what I should be ready for but a strong taste entered the back of my tongue. Instantly my knees started to buckle from beneath my body. As I started a slow decline against the wall behind me , a raging sense of euphoria lifted me back up.

It was an overwhelming sense that I was not prepared for. All of my senses were immediately heightened and I could feel my heart racing , no pounding out of control. It felt like I could feel my heart beating in my ears. The overwhelming excitement was only diminished by the thought that this was possibly going to kill me. I had never felt anything in my life that I could compare to the sheer pleasure and overwhelming high that was coursing through my body. It started to get hard to breathe because my heart was beating so fast. I do remember Dave asking if I was okay and could only nod my head to state , yes , I was okay. It felt the the high lasted a good 4 or 5 minutes but it was probably closer to a couple. I slowly started to come down from the over powering high I felt. I remember it was not a heavy crash but a high that lasted for several minutes after the initial high.

I had never experienced anything close to the level of overwhelming intoxication as I did with that first fix ! I chased for a repeat of that first fix over and over again , for the next year. I believe 90 % of all the money I made went to trying to get a do over of that first fix. I did not have to deal with any other problems in life while chasing a repeat of that first high. Dave knew better than to let it control his life but fixing that drug was my new best friend and nothing else mattered. Dave and I eventually got arrested and after our release we kind of went our separate ways. I understood if I wanted to continue using drugs I would need to start selling them so I could support my habit.

I got in with a new group of people who had the same ambitions as my own. I ended up connecting with a guy by the name of Al. He was a little older than I was but we had mutual friends and mutual interests. At first neither of us had very much money so we pooled our money and went through friend’s of his to score dope. We formed a bond of trust that not a lot of people can say they have ever put into another person. We were both highly motivated to make money and there was no amount of violence or chaos that would deter us from our objectives. I look back on how we behaved and must admit there is some regret to the violence we imposed on others.

We started off as people who knew mutual contacts and friends. Both of us used cocaine as our way of coping with our personal lives. I tried to escape from all the bad decisions I had made and Al was running from his own issues. No matter the reasons , a bond naturally occurred that sent us on a brutal path of violence , revenge and numerous bad decisions. Both of us were well on our undeterred path of using drugs to suppress our emotions and the pain we did not want to feel or confront. Neither of us were weak people but on an emotional level , we were not as mature as the rest of the older teenagers.

We deflected our shortcomings by excelling in the moments of adversity. We would acquire cocaine and flap up our supply so we knew how much money we could make , from that batch of drugs. It was my belief if we could stave off using for a short period of time , we would be able to double up on our next buy. Which would double the amount of drugs we had before we started selling that day.It was common knowledge in the drug trade , the more you could buy , the cheaper your price would be. Knowing this as a fact , Al and I agreed to not use any drugs until we were able to rescore.

So we would want to sell the amount of flaps we had as quickly as possible. It was normal for most drug dealers in a bar to have quarter , half and gram flaps or spitballs pre-made for quick selling. Since there was always a possibility for the police to come in and target known dealers , a dealer would either stash his load somewhere nearby or keep the drugs in sealed plastic packages , known as spitballs. These spitballs would be kept in your mouth and that person would normally have a drink that they carried with them at all times. Acting with this precaution of carrying a drink with you enabled you to simply wash the drugs into your stomach if a cop was taking interest in you. These spitballs were always carried in your mouth and you were able to simple spit a certain size out once you acquired the money first.

No matter what anyone thinks the police were always thinking a step or two ahead of the dealers. They would send in under cover police officers to evaluate possible dealers in a bar before uniformed cops came in. It was a never ending cat and mouse game being played by the dealers and the police. Since Al and I were aware of how the game was being played , we would also take certain precautions to safeguard ourselves from being arrested. One of us would stay outside the front door of the bar to identify possible buyers. It was a matter of free speech when asking people if they were interested in buying some coke. If we knew the people and they were looking for some dope , we would simply tell them to go find the other person at the pool table. We would also tell to introduce themselves to the person playing billiards or pool as a friend of Al or Jimi.

Once the introduction was done it was simply a matter of routine. They would place a bet on the shot being taken and once the money was picked up , we would spit the spitball into the drink we had and hand off the drink to the buyer. It was a good method to sell drugs unless they wanted to buy more than what we had in our mouth. In those cases we would go for a walk with that person outside to pick up my partner and go to a safe area to finalize that particular deal. When these kind of deals came around , it would usually put us in a position were we had next to no dope left. We would do a quick calculation to see if we had enough money to rescore or if we were over the amount needed , we could make the call to our dealer and go to where ever we were staying and get a fix into use and wait for the dealer to get there so we could rescore.

We would make sure , in advance , to making that call , we already secured a deal. Our dealers knew we would have more money the next time , so they knew how much dope they should bring , if we were sticking to the agreed plan. Both the dealer and we were happier to have a larger load , so they would not have to meet us two or three times a day. We were not the only people dealers would meet on any given day. When some people are starting off , to sell drugs , they need to see their dealers four , five or six times in a day. No dealers wants to be seeing anyone five or six times a day because they need to see other people too. The amount of time involved in meeting multiple people in any given day , multiplied by how many times you are meeting these different people , basically takes up all of your waking hours.

This is not even taking into account that these dealers need to keep themselves supplied in dope , so they do not run out themselves. As well as any kind of personal time they need. Whether they need to eat , rescore , get fucked or simply take a little bit of time to decompress from the stress of running around , selling dope to all kinds of people. It is definitely not the ideal lifestyle but done correctly , you can make a lot of money in a short period of time. Al and I were trying to climb that hill as quickly as possible. The only major problem is the other dealers watching and hearing about you climbing up the ladder faster than them. Some people become bitter and jealous. You start to become a target to other people. They want to slow you down or take you out because you are proving to be serious competition.

We had no concern on that front. Both of us were fearless and had a great group of friends who would support us if we put ourselves into any serious situations. Plus they knew that the quicker we raised ourselves in the ranks the better prices they would also get. As we started to get better prices we also gained a reputation as people who did not cut their drugs to increase their profits. It was pretty well known that both Al and I were using our own supply so it was widely known we did not want to use buff in our dope because we did not want to use buffed down dope. This gave us an obvious edge over a lot of other dealers.

With this reputation also came added attention from the police. Informants were pointing the finger at us as dealers who went through a lot of drugs. While using cocaine everyday there is a certain amount of paranoia that goes along with the using. For all the good things we were doing to put money in our pockets and making our lives a little more comfortable , our obsession of using got worse and worse. Soon we were not able to sell in the bars because of all the harassment we were receiving from the police. We started to hang out at different people’s houses or apartments just to stay away from the bars. We were still able to sell but we had to meet people close to wherever we were staying.

At one place close to Beacon Hill Park , near the end of the main road through downtown , Douglas Street , we got up one morning and decided to drive into town to grab breakfast for everyone in the apartment. There were around six people we were grabbing food for , so we took my car into town. The only real problem was the fact the courts had placed a do not enter area or a red zone , which was illegal if I entered. I did not have a lot of respect for authority in general , so I paid no heed to this red zone. It just so happens on this day I should not of gone. A few years earlier I had talked a group of people to enter the Ross Bay Cemetery , the day after Friday the 13th.

On the night of Saturday the 14th the group of around 7 or 8 people , all of us high on acid , went looking for Satanists inside the cemetery. To our amazement we found a large gathering of people in a long line moving towards an open grave. None of these people were moving but were simply lined up shoulder to shoulder. there backs were aligned against evergreen trees. At the open grave were five figures in silk robes. There were two on the left side and two others on the right , they were all in black robes with red outlines on the hoods and trim. The figure at the head of the grave wore a red robe with black outlines. He also was reading from a big open book.

I had noticed one of the people in the line was an off duty police officer. As I took all of this in the group that accompanied me was slowly creeping towards the vantage point I had. With a scream the off duty police officer told us to stay were we were. I had direct eye contact with him at this point. I instantly broke into fast run away from this group of people. Everyone in our group followed my lead. We ran as fast as we could out of the cemetery towards Dallas Road. On the other side of the road was the Straight of Juan De Fuca. There was also a large drop off from the road down to the beach. I am not sure where everyone else ran to but I blindly jumped down the steep hill to the beach below, Since we all had dropped acid a couple hours earlier , there was more fear of being caught by these Satanists than being hurt from the fall. I guided myself down the cliff on my side and hip.

Once at the bottom I looked up to see if we were being followed. I saw three or four of my friends coming down the hill but there was no sign of the Satanists. We all ran down along the sandy beach away from the cemetery , towards the breakwater into James Bay. Around 200 feet down the beach we came upon stairs that lead up into Beacon Hill Park. We ascended up the stairs and continued to the top of the hill to what is known as the checkered board house or the lookout. At one point in time , not all that long ago , there was an open house with life size chess pieces and large checker board pieces, that people could play an actual game of checkers or chess. There is still an incredibly large flag of Canada which stands two hundred feet in the air. The house and the pieces are no longer there.

We safely made it away from that encounter. After Al and I came out of McDonald’s and walked towards the car, a police cruiser started to drive past us. As luck would have it , the same off duty officer I had seen a few years earlier , was driving that police car. He was alone but recognized me at the same moment I recognized him. He threw his flashing lights on and came in search to arrest me. Fear flowed through me as I made an effort to run away from him. He instantly did a u turn in the middle of Douglas Street to cut off my ability to run away , in that direction. As he accelerated to pull in front of me , I quickly pivoted and reversed my direction to run back towards Al.

From the screeching of the tires and the sound of his acceleration , I knew he was taking this very seriously. It was good luck on his part that there was next to no traffic on the main street in downtown Victoria. As he was pulling up to me , I again reversed myself and sprinted away from the cop car and my friend Al. As I had hoped , he accelerated again to do a large circle , to once again go in the direction I was headed. Half way through his circle I , again changed direction and crossed kitty corner , to go across Douglas Street and up View Street. I knew a couple hundred feet up View Street there was a Parkade , which gave me access to the rooftops joining to the other buildings surrounding the entire block. I felt if I could make it there , I had a great shot at getting away. I buried my head and decided to give this run all of my effort.

As I stepped on the sidewalk and started to sprint with most of my reserve energy , I heard the distinct noise of the eight cylinders , kicking into overdrive and realized I was not going to make it. I was just about to pass the stairs , that lead down from the road , towards the basement of the building , to a store that had billiards or pool tables. The sound of that engine was almost deafening in my ears and I needed to make the right choice to allow myself to escape from this policeman. I dare not look or even glance at where the cop car was in fear of not being able to react in time. I threw my body down the steps and was hoping not to stumble or fall. I hit the second step down , with my left foot and pushed off to jump over the last 3 or 4 steps before a person lands on the upper platform. As my body went through the motion of getting down to the landing area, I could hear the crushing of metal , as the police cruiser gave a horrendous sound as it collided , full force into one of the three columns that stood as a brace for that corner of the building.

I was relieved that I had escaped and was not even glanced by the cop car , who in my opinion was trying to stop me , by hitting me with his car. The cold hearted decision on his part was absolutely unbelievable. I knew it was not over , so I quickly ran up the other side of these steps to bring myself back onto Douglas Street. With a renewed energy I ran down the sidewalk of Douglas Street and around the next corner , which took me up Fort Street. I continued to fight through the all encompassing fatigue which coursed through my entire body. Even though it was uncomfortable to breathe , I had the resolution to keep running back to the apartment we had come from. My mouth felt like it was a desert of sand and every breath was agonizing. I finally started got to Beacon Hill Park and finally slowed down to a quick walk.

When I arrived across the street from the apartment building , I gave a serious look around , to understand if there was anything which alerted me to possible danger. I was fairly certain the police did not know were I was staying but I had no interest in walking into an arrest , especially after everything that just transpired ! As I walked towards the front door , I was feeling extremely paranoid. I could not shake the feeling something bad was going to happen. I tried to chalk it up to the fact a cop just tried to run me down with his police car. As I hit the buzzer to be allowed back into a safe place , a taxi pulled up to the edge of the building.

Al popped out of the back seat carrying four big bags of food. It was good to see he was safe and the police did not involve him with my altercation. I held the door open and helped him carry the bags into the building. I knew I had the keys to the car we took downtown , so I was wondering how he was going to make it back to the apartment. I was very happy he was not grabbed by the police. As I went inside with Al , he bluntly asked me what was all that about ? He said that was one of the craziest things he has ever witnessed first hand ! He also said he could not believe I avoided getting hit by the police car.

I unfolded the story from a few years ago and let Al know the cop was obviously holding a grudge against me. He had a lot of unanswered questions which I could not answer. I could not explain why that policeman would destroy his car trying to run me down. He explained that he wondered if I was hit at first but hoped I had made it down the stairs. When I came back up onto the sidewalk , he was glad I was okay and still on the move.. Al said there was no doubt in his mind that the cop was trying to take you out ! That is what both of us did not understand , at all. What rational thinking made him try to kill me by pinning me between his cop car and the corner pillar of a building ?

Al said to me that by the time the cop got out of his car and came around his cruiser to run after me , I had already made it down to the end of the block and was just rounding the corner. Al said he had never laughed so hard in his life , after he knew I was okay. He also told me that he never knew I could run that fast. I told him a saying that we both knew all too well. ” I can run faster scared , than you can when your mad !” We both had a relaxing laugh knowing the truth of that statement was verified with the circumstances witnessed.

Both of us decided to stay away from the bars and the dealing for at least a couple of weeks to hopefully let the heat die down from this cop crashing his car into a building , chasing me. As we started to relax , we stayed at different people’s places. We also started to get into the hard alcohol. In fact , it would be safe to say we went off on a giant tear. We were drunk 80% of the time. If we were not drunk we were well on our way. We would just snort our coke at that time because we knew how much we would go through if we were injecting , or fixing it.

It did not take more than two or three weeks before we were putting ourselves in a bad position , as far as money was concerned. Since we were drunk most of the time we were fearless and doing whatever we felt like. Shoplifting cartons of smokes or stealing large bottles of liquor was a common occurrence. They were mandatory supplies that ate up the little money we had left , so instead of spending our money , we stole what we needed. We would also find gay men that tried to pick us up. We would assault these men and rob them of all their possessions. We were mean drunks and a bad influence on each other.

Eventually Al and I decided to give a little payback to a person who had sexually assaulted one of Al’s girlfriends. This person was the manager of a Motel on Gorge Street. Gorge Street runs parallel to the Gorge waterway which drains into the Inner Harbor , in downtown Victoria. It was unclear to us how badly we were going to hurt this person but I would not have remorse for seriously hurting any sexual predator. It was not well planned or executed. We decided to do this as a last minute thing , around 5 o’clock in the morning. We needed a ride and someone pretending to be a tough , rugged , down for anything , kind of person , was willing to be our driver.

This person was an imposing force but both Al and I have seen people of his stature fold quickly when confronted by overwhelming circumstances. He was 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighed about 230 pounds. He was also in great shape and would be able to handle himself in any one on one confrontations. Al and I knew we were going to put ourselves in an unpredictable situation and knew we could evaluate , determine the best course of action and knew each other well enough to know we would not leave the other behind , to deal with any fate. We needed to kick in the front door of the Motel and get the man to open his safe , before we personally had our revenge on this man who had sexually assaulted Al’s girlfriend.

Our main focus was the revenge but it would be wise to take whatever money was available to us. Over the last few weeks we had burned through most of the money we had. So even though money was a very high priority , we both wanted to hurt this man as an example. To anyone who took pleasure in raping women , when they were passed out due to being impaired on alcohol or drugs , or if they were sleep deprived. No matter how the girls put themselves in their situations , it was wrong for men to take advantage of any person when they were defenseless.

In that mindset both Al and I were in complete agreement. It gave me a great sense of justice when I got to take these people and bring them to an understanding of just how wrong their twisted logic is. I made a mild attempt to enlighten them on how bad their actions were. Tried to make them understand the reasons I felt they should no longer live in this world. I always looked forward to dealing with these monsters that took advantage of people. Like a predator who in the wild and would attack the weak , old and sick , to feed themselves and their families. Only these humans fed off the power of taking advantage of women who were unconscious and unable to defend themselves. The humiliation , shame , regret and remorse that they felt from putting themselves in a compromising situation , can never be reset or forgotten. To be able to move forward from these experiences , takes a lot of time and to try and act normal to other humans , is virtually impossible !

I would like to continue this story but I believe I will complete how this story ends on my next blog. I do not want to quickly pass over the serious nature of how different people deal with challenges , adversity and everyday life. It may seem a little hard to believe but every one of us have some kind of coping technique to help us process stress , tension , adversity , confusion , frustration , our inability to interact with people , communication skills , how we are unable to improve our lives. Problems we have , all the bad qualities we have that hurt other people , having bad people in our lives and not know how to escape from them , feeling weak in moments were we know we can react better , the feeling of being trapped and wanting our lives to be going in a different direction ! There is a long list of ways we become depressed , frustrated or we become mad a lot of the time because we feel like we are not in control of our own lives. Everything mentioned above does not even start to address all the issues the human race deals with on a daily basis.

The saddest part is how we treat each other , while we are in our natural state of being. There are too many people , putting others down , to make themselves feel better. A lot of the time we are not even aware we are acting like this . It is considered to be acting normal if we , according to our family and community , are making educated decisions. The only serious problem is our family and community is not educated through all of the resources at their disposal. This behavioral trait is flayed on many levels. It has been proven over time , if the human race can not adapt and overcome , we will be left behind and die. We need to be able to embrace how other people see the world , since their vision may be an improvement and superior to ours. Maybe not everything they see or believe but we can learn from each other and we are not going to be learning , when you are mocking and putting other people down

If people have been following the news over the past year or so , they have seen a major shift in awareness to the unjust treatment of not only poor people but specifically black unarmed men who have been dying at the hands of Police Officers. Only by being open minded and considerate to each other , can we begin to truly understand the other people around us. When not staying closed off , we enlighten our way of processing information and casting aside our conditioned responses , ( which is us thinking we are on a higher level than others ) , we give ourselves the ability to open our field of vision. At the same time we stop our process involving preconditioned bias and racists attitudes. I believe there are more people wanting to stop all the injustice against targeted groups now more than at any other time in history.

There are too many groups of nationalities who are judgmental in regards to other nationalities , which is pressured from parents and grandparents , onto the children. This way of thinking only pushes the wedge of corruption deeper between all societies. I wish I had a way to stop the disgrace and confliction the children have but I am talking about something that is cold hearted in nature. These children have thoughts that are rooted from a biased insight and no matter how good the intentions of the elder people in their perspective communities are ; their knowledge came from ancestors who lived through racism. This is true no matter if you are a white person , raised in Hawaii , born in China , are Japanese , raised in Australia or are Russian by birth. We all have been raised under the same tarnished cloth of being told to believe we are special. That other people are not as deserving as we are.

I do not disagree , we are all special and each nation has brought with them knowledge and practices which have advanced people’s knowledge in science , astronomy , medical practices , learning latitude and longitude , how to build ships and the collaborations of many other inspirational achievements. Of course we have to include the ability we have collected intelligent processes to make weapons as well as planes , boats , trains and instruments of mass destruction. On the other side we have also developed Nuclear Energy , Massive Damming Systems to obtain Electrical Power and unbelievable medical breakthroughs to acquire cures to diseases , as well as ongoing miraculous breakthroughs with hearing , sight and prosthetic limbs.

The more societies work with each other , the more we will break down the racist barriers with not only color but there are people who are unable to get away from using sex , drugs , alcohol , food and other techniques used by people around the world to enable them to cope with their lives more efficiently. Some are simply not able to go through life without using. It is very sad that Police Officer’s often target people who use drugs ,as their coping technique. They seem to take enjoyment when they disrupt a person’s life. I am sure that most do not crave the sense of enjoyment from throwing people in jail and disrupting those lives but I would be lying if I said I know for sure that none of them are more than happy when they are arresting certain people. It really is embarrassing and a shame to know there are numerous people in a position of power and they become greedy and very uncompassionate in their duties.

It is my hope that this world will learn from the mistakes that are routinely made. I hope we will start to implement services to help people who have a difficult time coping with reality without their coping technique. It will be extremely difficult for any of the people who use drugs since the use of drugs will get a person thrown in jail. It is extremely sad to me since I have met numerous people who are wired to heroin/ fentanyl and are fully functioning addicts. Just as I am sure there are some people who use food or sex as their coping technique and are easily functioning addicts. I wish you all the best of luck !