Okay, let's face it. You've got a
problem on your hands. You know it, everybody knows it and it ain't
just a little problem either. There's a monster of a monkey on your
back and the longer you try to deny it the harder it's going to be to
keep it from enveloping your entire life. How do I know what I'm
talking about? Well, I'm glad you asked that question. You're talking
to a guy who had a coke habit the size of Bolivia. Oh yeah, and at
one time in my life I may have actually put the whole country of
Bolivia up my nose...with a side dish of Cuba. So when I say that
drug rehabilitation
is the answer to that monkey that is happier
than a fox in a hen house being so securely perched on your back, I
know what's up. Sure, the thought of drug rehabilitation isn't a
pretty one, but at this point who cares about pretty. You've got a
larger than life problem on your hands and you need to do whatever
the hell it takes. That's what I did and it eventually worked for me.
Sometimes you just gotta man up and do the right thing.