The struggle is real.  Months go by and you’re still here stuck… addicted.

     It started at a game. Your friends say try it, it’ll be fun. You take it without a second thought. You thought it was harmless—you couldn’t have been more wrong.  Three days later when your behind the bar in which your friends and you go every Saturday night, the rancid smell of fries and the sound of sirens in the distance, you find a guy willing to supply you with what you need but for a high price.  You say yes and get your week’s supply. That’s when you start your life of crime. Three days a week you hang at one of your friend’s house. One week later you have enough money to supply yourself for a week, a month, then a year. You have enough to keep going, but you want more.

     A month goes by and there are tons of reports of robbery—your house is among the many of your friends who report this crime.  And you don’t stop. A month later there are cameras everywhere. You stop for a while because you have enough money to last. But your current plan isn’t good enough—you want more. You decide to upgrade your steroid plan. Basketball practice had been going well, you have improved your free throws, your defense has drastically increased, and your stamina is way up. But the scouts were out there and this was your senior year so you had to upgrade. That’s when you get caught.

     A week later you’re behind bars…a cellmate who killed his wife, urine on the ground that reeks of ammonia, and a cell on the verge of collapsing, and you wonder where it went wrong.  Why?  Why did you do this, why didn’t you stop, and why do you still want it?

     But most of all—What are you going to do now?