A short while after I had gotten back from serving in the US Navy overseas in Japan, I found myself stationed in San Diego, CA.
It literally tasted like burnt hot dogs.
Platinum Diamond, I don’t think that I will ever forget the name.
It certainly wasn’t the last of several brand names I would eventually jog through over the course of the next 7 years.
Yes seven years.
I will do my best to keep my story on topic and brief.
Covering seven years of spice addiction could become redundant with all the other stories, yet I do feel like this story is truly unlike many others.
Eventually I ended up getting kicked out of the military.
It was actually a blessing in disguise, because I really wanted a family.
Little to my knowledge, my spice addiction was everywhere.
I married back into the military, as my wife was serving for the Air Force.
We both worked, and combined we made about 7,000 dollars a month – yet we struggled to pay our bills monthly
Every month, we fell behind on several basic things required to live on your own.
We would drive 45 minutes to get to the shop with the cheaper deals on spice, only to make the drive home by the grace of God.
Driving while loaded is pretty tough to do, especially when I also dropped a box of Coricidin, all while the rain and wind howling outside.
Several times this occurred, and several times God saved me from the atrocities that very well could have happened.
Yes, my wife passed out often.
When I say passed out, I mean slumped over in a dead sleep with little to no response.
She and I know heroin addicts, and it made me madder than the raging fires of hell when she would pass out as if she had slammed a balloon of H.
Even the people who were friends of Heroin looked at her as if she were on Heroin, or worse.
In reality, it was very similar to the effects of Heroin.
I always prided myself in the fact I could “hang” and didn’t pass out often.
At least, I could take care of my kids to a certain extent.
As I said previously, over the course of several years of spice use, things never did get any better.
We moved further away into the middle of no-where in a desperate life altering change to TRY to get away from any source of purchase.
It didn’t matter, though, as I found myself driving over 2 hours to get more spice.
Often times, I did this three times a day. Yes: three times a day.
Why? In desperation that I would only purchase a little to be able to maintain. Yet I would easily smoke through 3 grams in a couple of hours by this time.
Back and forth, money blown away easily.
We would argue and fight about who smoked how much and how much was gone.
Money lost, life lost.
Not only ours, but our kids’ also.
We certainly found ourselves falling asleep for a couple short hours only to wake up carpet picking on our hands and knees in dire “need” of the flakes to produce a tiny hit to try to sleep again.
I used to be a meth addict, before I left to the military.
This act of desperation certainly reminded me of those days.
Well, as an addict in many forms, I eventually found myself getting a DUI, and in jail.
Not only for the DUI but other things, as well.
I did maintain my job at the time.
Oh – my job. Well, I had a really good job and did some relatively technical things that people’s lives depended on me to make sure were correct.
I was loaded, often, doing my job. It felt normal and I did do very well.
Nobody knew about it, though, besides close friends.
Anyhow, point is the addiction doesn’t stop for anyone, or anything.
I did maintain my job until I landed myself in jail a second time. This time, we went to Chuckee Cheese yet it was closed, too early.
So we opted for spice and the park down the street.
Turns out, my son thought it would be funny to hide from us at the park, as kids do.
He didn’t know we were getting loaded, nor could even understand if we were, what it meant to do so.
We couldn’t find him, so i’m told – I don’t remember any of what I am about to say.
We ended up leaving the park, only to return 30 minutes later to police.
I remember off and on the police being very upset yelling at me for the heroin. I had none.
I replied “the spice is right there”.
Needless to say, we were arrested for felony child abuse, lost our kids for quite some time, avoiding a very lengthy prison term, and were required to do several court ordered programs.
All in all, we have completed the programs and successfully got our kids back.
This doesn’t mean we are off probation, and we still have a social worker in our life for another three months.
Let me go back a little.
When we were arrested, they thought we smelled like feces. We took squirty poos, had severe stomach pain and were vomiting severely for many days at a time.
My wife hallucinated four days straight in jail.
Yes, it is addicting and will definitely take away everything that you think matters in life. Suddenly, it won’t matter. Nothing, literally nothing, will.
The only thing that saved us was the grace of God.
I should be sitting in prison for over a decade, but by the grace of God I am not.
After selling my house, car, sport bike TV and literally anything else of value, I am finally the happiest I have been in a very long time.
It is worth every bit of the pain and suffering required to quit smoking spice.
If you find yourself in this predicament, seriously check yourself into a decent rehab and tell them to SPECIFICALLY test you for spice.
Do it for 6 months, listen to what they have to offer and apply it to your life because your life depends on it.
In my case, my kids lives depended on it.
We are still being tested once a week randomly. I thank God for all of this.
The best thing in this life is the saving grace of Jesus Christ.
If nothing else, the biggest thing that truly matters is to find a bible believing church, and put your faith in him today.
God bless all of you.
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