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The Evils Of Drugs Part I

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The Evils Of Drugs Part I

The Evils Of Drugs part I What are the evils of drugs? How do we know when, we encounter them? The evils of drugs are everywhere. They seem to sneak up on us. Usually you start by expirmenting with them. First someone offers you a smoke and tells you it's harmless. They promise you, that it will make you feel good. At first you start to feel good. Than one day that feeling starts to wear off and you want something that will bring back that feeling. One day - I met this acquaintance and asked him where he was going. He asked me to go with him. He said - this man has some really good stuff. I went with him, thinking it was grass, but when we walked into the house, I notice a glass on the table half full of alcohol and a piece of cotton in the bottom. There were two eye droppers and each one had a needle stuck to it. I kept looking and noticed that the guy from the house had a capsule and handed to the guy with me. The capsule had some white powder. The man had already expirment with drugs. I had not, the man opened it and pour into a spoon and put some drops of water. The stuff was so pure that he didn't even have to cook it. I soon found out - the stuff was Heroin. The man that was with me shot it through his veins, than he did it to me. The man from the house thought it was funny that I didn't know how to tie my arm. The man told me that as soon as I saw a little blood to squeeze the dropper and let it go in. No sooner had I done that, when I felt the high that I had been looking for. After a while we left the house and we started to throw up, but it was a nice feeling to throw up. It felt good. That time - I had to pay for it, but other guys would offer it to you for free, than you were on your own. After that time, I didn't need anyone to go with me. The man already knew me. I went there by myself. I went two, or three times a day. Little knowing that I was losing the pleasure of it. I was quickly becoming a slave to it. My whole body ached when I didn't have the drug. My body kept asking for more...
To be continued.

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  1. Date: 7/11/2014 5:57:00 AM
    Headed to part two my friend....

  1. Date: 11/1/2013 7:21:00 PM
    Lucilla, I smoked the wacky weed for forty years, but just recently I stopped, because the more one smokes the more one wants until it doesn't effect you anymore. It costs a fortune and is a waste of time. This is the only drug I have ever taken. Your poem was a very good and interesting read Peter

  1. Date: 8/20/2013 4:38:00 PM
    So many get hooked up with drugs these days. I worked in a smoke shop that sold all the things you would need for drugs--funny you cannot sell drugs but you can sell anything related to them. It bothered me so much that i ended up leaving that job because it was tearing me apart. I would see these kids on good days and bad days. It was getting to dangerous of a job and I would come home and cry for these kids.

  1. Date: 8/18/2013 10:12:00 AM
    Very practical analysis, my friend. It's really does in the way you have worded nicely. Thanks for sharing. Loved always, bl

  1. Date: 8/16/2013 7:32:00 PM
    Lucy, wow... I know many peeps that are a slave to drugs... It's like one hit, and it engulfs you... I will go and read your second part now... Linda

    Michael Ikechukwu Avatar Alozor Michael Ikechukwu
    Date: 8/19/2013 11:24:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Straight to part two, pathetic
  1. Date: 8/16/2013 8:29:00 AM
    On my way to part two. This is heart breaking.

  1. Date: 8/14/2013 6:38:00 PM

  1. Date: 8/14/2013 4:18:00 PM
    This is serious stuff Lucilla, unlike your other writes, onto part two, xxx

  1. Date: 8/14/2013 2:46:00 PM
    gosh, is this true about you?? I gotta see the next part!!

  1. Date: 8/14/2013 12:14:00 PM
    Woooow........ _______________>2