I was never the hero of My own life. Nor did I try to Be. I ran. No Red Badge of Courage.
No Olympiad. No laurels to be placed On a head bowed in humility. I ran... In the wrong direction. I had a Dragon To chase, you see. No St George, However. I wanted to embrace the Monster, and take it home. And in Doing so, i was severely burned In the process.
I've spent a majority of my life severely addicted to drugs and Alcohol. Anything. ***. Amphetamines. Acid. ***... Anything that could Alter my pathetic state. I was the Walking Wounded. Dead. My drug Of choice was *******. Crack. It did The job better than anything else I tried. The euphoria a road to That fabulous beast unlike any other. That pipe and lighter its flaming maw.
But, ironically, the rock of my shame Lead to the Rock of my Salvation.
And I finally ran... into Jesus's arms.
I've decided to write a book about My addiction... and salvation. It's going to take up a Great deal of time, so please bear With me... thanks!