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At first i ignored this thread, then i started to reply a couple of times, but I couldn't. I still have a hard time with seeing myself as the person I used to be....really believing who I was.
I sold drugs for a number of years, not just marijuana, but "Hard Drugs". Meth, coke, etc...
A close friend of mine committed suicide, Pat was strung out on my dope. I knew he was strung out, yet I continued to supply him. I was the first one to turn him on to that shit, the only person he ever bought it from, and now his son no longer has a Dad. I watched somebody get their thumbs cut off over a drug debt, not one owed to me, but I still watched it happen. One of my old friends is doing prison time, for murdering another one of my old friends, all behind dope....that I was selling. I know of several lives that I helped destroy, and I'm sure there are many more that I don't know of. I know that I didn't force them to buy it, but try looking Pat's wife in the eye, or his son, or his mother and feeding them that line of bullshit.
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