Months later I'm in the same place, no shit done, feeling like a failure, & trust me it's not dope to be 25 and move back to your parent's basement. I've seen my people's dreams die, I've seen what they can be denied, & "weeds not a drug" - that's denial, Groundhog Day life repeat each time. I've seen Oxycontin take three lives, I grew up with them, we used to chief dimes. I've seen cocaine bring out the demons inside, cheating and lying, friendship cease, no peace in the mind, stealing and taking anything to fix the pieces inside. Broken, hopeless, headed nowhere, only motivation for what the dealer's supplying. That rush, that drug, that dope, those pills, that crumb, that roach, thinking “I would never do that, not that drug”, & growing