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“A little bit about the background of yours truly….
‘Hi, my name is Jennifer…. and I am an addict.’
Yep, I am the one thing I had judged, misunderstood and talked shit about to the other ‘normal’ people that don’t get high as I vowed to NEVER do drugs!!!
Until one day, I was one. Instead of the being the person who sneered as I tossed a disgusted look down at the addicted, I was now the addict who had people looking down on me.
‘I tried meth once…. that was 20 years ago!’ — one of my infamous personal quotes that generally brought a life from whoever was listening. Usually more meth addicfs.
I have been the needle using junkie that was homeless and living in the woods at times. Other times, I jumped from friends houses to trap houses and back again… couch jumping kasted until I either went on a dry stretch or found a permanent place (at the moment) to call home for some period of time.
I have been disowned by those who are supposed to love me and support me. I have been called everything but a decent white girl… and by my own family members. My baby brother stood on my mother’s front porch and told me that he was not going to stand by and watch a dopehead in his mother’s house, and dope whores weren’t welcome either, meaning me… while he waved a 9mm pistol in my face.
