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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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