Hi all.

I tried quitting many times. I even quit for 9 months once. Then on New Years of 1980, I decided I'd have 1 drink of champagne to celebrate. Well, my motto was always, I can't have just one, so I had another. My friend of 14 years saw that I had started drinking, again. He asked to have a drink with him, so we had several. By 3 am, I had many drinks, smoked a joint on the club dance floor, and picked up smoking cigarretts, again. Got in my car and drove 25 miles to the South Side of Chicago to a party I knew was going on. I arrived around 4 am. Everyone was gone except the hostess and a couple of others. They had run out of ice, so the beer that was left was warm. Ah, nothing like a warm Old Style to extend my partying til the morning light. All in a nights work. Beautiful! I "DECIDED" I would quit 9 months previously. I didn't want to let it get out of control. It could be I just "DECIDED" I'd "fornication under carnal knowledge" up my life because, after all, things in my life were too good?

To each his own, but if you decide, I'll be there for you.
You know who you are......

(Hi wongo woman)
May 1 1986

More to follow.

Hey Winx,

Changed my photog to make a point on another thread.

The THEORY of Evolution in Religion

Anarkinista

This sounds eerily like my Miss Chrystal. Oddly enough this young lady is from the same county and town I was, when it was written. She is also a friend of one of my sons. She was a meth user as well as a drinker. She was very young.

They found this poem(letter)after her death in a dresser drawer.

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Meet Mr. and Mrs. Crystal Meth.


I'LL destroy homes – I'll tear families apart.

I'll take your children and that's just a start.

I'm more valued than diamonds, more precious than gold.

The sorrow I'll bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember, I'm easily found.

I live all around you, in school and in town.

I live with the rich, I live with the poor.

I live just down the street and maybe next door.

I'm made in a lab, but not one like you think.

I can be made under the kitchen sink,

I'm in your child's closet, and even out in the woods.

If this scares you to death, then it certainly should.

I have many names. But there's one you'll know best.

I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is Crystal Meth.

My power is awesome, try me, you'll see.

But if you do, you may never break free.

Just try me once and I might let you go.

But if you try me twice, then I'll own your soul.

When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie.

You'll do what you have to do, just to get high.

The crimes you commit for my narcotic charms,

Will be worth the pleasures you feel in my arms.

You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad.

When you see their tears, you must feel sad.

Just forget your morals and how you were raised.

I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.

I'll take kids from their parents; I'll take parents from their kids.

I'll turn people from God, I'll separate friends.

I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride.

I'll be with you always, right by your side.

You'll give up everything, your family, your home.

Your money, your true friend, then you'll be alone.

I'll take and take till you have no more to give.

When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.

If you try me, be warned, this is not a game.

If I'm given the chance, I'll drive you insane.

I'll ravage your body; I'll control your mind.

I'll own you completely; your soul will be mine.

The nightmares I'll give you when you're lying in bed,

And the voices you'll hear from inside your head.

The sweats, the shakes, and the visions from me.

I want you to know these things are gifts from me.

But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart

That you are now mine and we shall not part.

You'll regret that you tried me (they always do).

But you came to me, not I to you.

You knew this would happen.

Many times you've been told.

But you challenged my power,

You chose to be bold.

You could have said no and then walked away.

If you could live that day over now, what would you say?

My power is awesome, as I told you before.

I can take your life and make it so damned and sore.

I'll be your master and you'll be my slave.

I'll even go with you when you go to your grave.

Now that you've met me, what will you do?

Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.

I can show you more misery than words can tell.

Come take my hand, let me lead you to HELL.

kuddos to those struggling day to day to stay safe and sane. However...so much for the spirit of anonimity and attraction rather than promotion. Sigh,,,whatever happened to the Traditions?

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This is not AA or Na we just just the principals. And if you want to be here you do not have to be its just drop in and help if you can find this to be a fault then sorry.

Hi everybody,

I say, to know me is to love me!

You really don't know me from this Online dating site, unless we have a long term relationship either by email or by phone. I ain't no saint, but I know that by shring my experience, strength and hope, I may help someone else. i just try to carry the message. Sorry if I broke the rules.....

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Evening -- how's everyone doing tonight

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Hi Twitch things are well with me great to see you and hope you are well and content.

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Hi my friend sorry I haven,t been able to get back soon pesky work thing lol any I think the traditions apply to press, radio and film and when I look up and down this thread everyone has a user name so I feel comfortable with what we are doing. coffee of course

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Wow that was powerful and want to thank-you from the bottom of my heart. Thats what this thread is all about ( Sharing) Again thank-you and hope you keep comming

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Hi and welcome. I notice in your profile that you said you drink on ocassion I do not know weather you have a problem or not thats your call but when you talk of the traditions I feel you have had some exposioure to some 12 step program. Again if you ever want to talk there is alot of people here willing to help. Hope you have a nice day

Thanks J
Having recovered from the seemingly hopless state of mind and body, thanks to Bill, Bob and the rest of the gang. I no longer frequent meetings. Still practice my program. I've had many years of exposure, and have been able to give back a little of what was given to me. But I don't believe once an alcoholic always an alcoholic. People who disappear from meetings don't always go back to their old ways, they just quietly live life on life's terms.

I had a sponsor that told me once that once an a55hole always an a55hole. Do you think he was trying to tell me something?

Mr. don'ttellanyoneaboutme

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Hi again and thanks. I tried going back lots of times only to get worse so now I have surrendered to the fact that for me to drink is to die.

But if you can do it then my hats off to you I would like to thank you for being honest and please come back if you wish. Hope you have a great day

Yeah, I heard that cliche, how about this one: opinions are like a55holes, everyones got one.

Yeah, I like that.

Backdoor man

Yeah, I like that.

Backdoor man

I like step two. It correlates with my best thinking got me here. In desperation I sought help in Narcotics Anonymous. My life was centered in using. I lived to use and used to lived. I tried other ways to get restored to sanity but being to identify with the group which took a long time because the denial was strong eventually helped me to stick with the winners. My best friend that I had helped me to relapse. I had to question the legitimacy of our friendship. My best thinking failed me and I had to find something or someone to rely on because I couldn't rely on myself or my so-called friends. After admitting step one to myself for a change instead of just repeating what others were saying I found that I needed help from an outside source. Step one helped me to become part of the group and step two helped me to listen to the group. What I was doing didn't work and I had proved that to myself time and time again. I noticed that people in the group were smiling and shaking hands. Like the little lady said at Hope House rang true for me when she said I want some. It was like hey I want some of what ya'll got. Quit bogarting would be how I would have understood it when I was still using. What actually happened was that drugs and alcohol which was my old higher power was substituted with recovery and the recovery became just as addictive as the drugs and alcohol. It was like I had found where I belong and recovery had put me in my place. I was happy.