My unit prior to me arriving to it was sent back early from Afghanistan due to heavy drug use, the Pentagon was afraid of parallels to Soviet drug use there. I sat through a few years of unit drug rehab, before it was trusted to redeploy in 2006.
It also had the highest incidence of alcohol abuse in the Army, helped by the long nights of the Alaskan winter. I was told I was one of under ten guys out of the 600 who didn’t drink. Fun nights having PTSD rageaholics randomly busting in doors, trying to kill whoever was on the inside. Sober up, nice guys… at night,not so nice. Nobody wanted to report the worst Sargent, he list his off post privledges, menaced the barracks… had to use my skies to barracade the door at times.
My roommate nearly died from a overdose of Synthetic Morphine… saved his pointless life. Im afraid to check to see if he is still alive or not, don’t want to know.
West Virginia here has a massive heroine and crystal Meth epidemic. It kills 2-4 people a week at the Emergency Room. My town has less that 20,000 people. My brother and sister both have both been sent to jail for heroine, among other things, but heroine was the cause. I didn’t expect my sister to live, but she apparently accepted my advice in her drugged out state.
I have a really strong background in psychology, and can type a person at a glance. I don’t know why you assume I wouldn’t be aware of what goes on. I might not know every drug on the street, as I don’t use, but I’m decent at diagnosing behavioral deficits. How in the hell could someone like me not take notice or drawl conclusions when every guy in his age group was jailed except him from his neighborhood (honestly, everyone sent to juvenile court, just me and their sisters on the bus)… by best friend cut the eye out of a random guy at a party, a party he had to break into… was not invited.
I’m doing to apply some inductive and deductive thinking to these occasions. My life in so many ways have been destroyed by the damn shit and I never used it. I was abandoned in my teens. Try being informed your mom was on the run, a few years before being of age.
I’m not fucking interested in taking anything. I don’t see any resounding success stories. If it wasn’t for the stern independence streak and determination against all odds, the capacity to walk where the angels fear to tread, I wouldn’t be anything.
Eventually, every community and era produces anti-bodies. I’m a aspect of this response. I’ve been working on building a UV camera that neighborhood watches can use to detect residential drug labs. There will be a counter strike, and we will take back our cities. I don’t give a fuck about what people say otherwise, it’s no longer up to you and your retarded excuses. I’ve had enough, and I will triumph.