
Originally Posted by
Honkey_Kong
I used to do tons of drugs and drink. We're not allowed to talk about rec drugs on here, so I wont share my stories but they were the psychotic stories you hear about in documentary interviews or in movies gone wrong. Anyways, after my mother had a heart attack, it kind of put things in to perspective to me. I didn't want to be a junkie my whole life or get addicted (it's debatable if I were or wasn't) and I never enjoyed it either (the adventures I had on it were the fond memories). I really only did that stuff because I was in a lot of back pain, I wanted to be social or I was using drugs as a way of luring chicks in to my bed. It just grew in to me doing it all day every day. On top of that, I was stuck working at a shitty casino in North Vegas for crap money all because I couldn't pass a drug test. So I just was like "fvck this" and my drinking/drug days were over.
Mind you I never experienced cravings or withdrawal, even for the oxycodone that I got prescribed to me for my back (I quit taking those too). I started taking training a lot more seriously though. So maybe I substituted one addiction for another?