I Am A Recovering Heroin Addict

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“I am clean,” she quietly spoke. I didn’t understand what this meant. Clean? She had quite obviously bathed that day, because she smelled like the cologne she wore, and you could still, faintly, smell soap on her skin. I assume she saw the look of confusion on my face, so she reached into her back pocket and pulled out her wallet, which she then retrieved a small token. She placed it in my hand, and I spun it around. A triangle fit the entire coin, which had a number one in the middle of it, and around the perimeter read “to thine own self be true” and then below it read “unity, service, recovery”. I gripped it in my hand and then looked up at her. “I am a recovering heroin addict. I have been clean for a year. That is the token I received at my A.A. meeting on the anniversary of me being released from rehab and of me finally being released from heroin’s vice-grip”. The pit of my stomach jumped to my throat. Heroin? Like the stuff you see videos about, where people are practically zombies? In Paulding County” Yes, and one of her victims were sitting right in front of me. I sat back, trying my hardest to take this information in. Paulding County was not known for drug use; it’s a stereotypical suburban town, with SUVs in the driveway, kids playing in the cul-de-sac, all the while mothers were making casseroles and pies in the kitchen. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what the hell I had gotten myself into. Cade Evans, my girlfriend of five months, sat before me, her…

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