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By Lynus Small I’m a 35-year-old professional and live in a discriminating neighborhood alone. I had a series of humbling experiences in college that ruined me for women. Women meaning my insecurity and nutrition me like shit, a wimp, but I outwardly looking at same a normal-attractive guy.
Age: 28 Location: Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania Addiction: Heroin, Crack What’s memorable: “I don’t get high, I get un-sick.” Sitting on the couch doing drugs all day all day, having dentures because the drugs rotted her teeth, 13 failed rehab attempts. I guess I was just about struck by the fact that on that point was no physiological state trigger, she evidently just got in with the incorrect crowd. It’s ambitious to empathise how anyone could go so far down this course without a trigger to commencement the self-medication.