Never get high on your own supply

“Never get high on your own supply.” I distinctly remember hearing that eons ago. I don’t know if it was from a movie or some rap song from my younger years, but I definitely remember hearing that rule of thumb somewhere in my younger years. Either way, it’s definitely one to grow on, right? It might be one of the best examples of subtext that exists today. Why? Because it’s telling you everything you need to know without actually running down what’s so bad about not heeding its warning. It’s kind of like walking down an ominous path in the woods and seeing a sign that says, “turn back, o’, man.” If you have at least half a brain you recognize the futility in trying to figure out why you shouldn’t stay the course and continue on your path in said direction. I wish I could have figured that out back then.

Selling coke wasn’t actually a well thought out plan for me. I originally thought that it would just be a way to rake in some extra dough and have sex with as many party girls as I saw fit. In my eyes, only rich trust fund kids got addicted to coke. That was how I first realized that drug addiction didn’t discriminate. I eventually acquired a drug addiction from my stint as a Hollywood party coke dealer. It took me for a ride that I may never forget and my life will never be the same again. Drug treatment eventually pulled me out of the desolate hole that I dug for myself. But I honestly think if I had heeded that one rule of thumb that I would have never gotten so messed up in the first place.