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Thank you to my supporters (and my haters too)

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We did it people! We got Harm Reduction on national television. There was a combination of non threatening sweaters, my cute kids, and life saving medication splashed across television sets while people ate their cereal. This, combined with hundreds of birthday messages, has made it a busy few days for me. First of all, I want to thank all of the people who have trusted me to provide you with this service. Secondly, I want to thank my friends and family who have put up with my obsession with saving lives for the past two decades. Finally, I want to thank all of the strangers who have become friends by embracing this cause. My main partner agencies are: The National Harm Reduction Coalition The DOPE Project NEXT Distro Rebel Recovery Florida The Missouri Network for Opiate Reform In Recovery Rebel Recovery Missouri The North Carolina Harm Reduction Coalition If you come in contact with any of these agencies, you are in good hands. There are additional agencies I work wi

In Defense of Harm Reduction

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This isn't a short story post or anything creative. This is about my morning. I was invited to appear in a panel presentation this morning for an audience of approximately 200 folks. This was a criminal justice summit where the panelist were to be provided with questions around the current state of San Francisco's treatment landscape. I knew going in, it would be a tough crowd. I expected an audience of mostly probation officers and a few service providers. Instead, the place was packed to the walls with mainly service providers paid through local and state programs to work with people who use drugs and have criminal justice involvement. I expected a tough crowd. I was shocked by what I heard. The official policy of San Francisco is HARM REDUCTION. It has been for close to two decades. Yet, I heard one provider say "we can't work with people until they are allllll the way clean" and another say extremely disparaging things about MAT while referring to the popu

The Voices Start Creeping In

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My background music- My Solitude Billie Holida y Mental Health issues are a pain in the ass. Things have been going pretty well for me for a few weeks. I traveled a lot in March and April so I have been happy to park my ass in lawn chair to watch the kids play sports. I started going to a weekly meditation meeting. I reached out to some friends. I even got new phone numbers. Then, out of the blue, the dark cloud of mental health bullshit has been rearing it's ugly head. You know the drill. Hi Anxiety. No one wants to hear from you. I'm so tired. Why aren't they returning my text. I want to stay in bed. Obsess. Spin. Rinse. Repeat. You are just a ______, why bother. Yeah fuck this voice in my head. This is the same voice that told me I was never going to be anything besides a dope fiend, that I would die with a needle hanging out of my arm. It is hard when deep in the guts of addiction or in early recovery to tune that out. It gets even harder when I cut myself

A link to a new piece I was involved in

A story I did for NBC

Recovery and Relapse (and recovery)

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As of late, many of my emails have been questions about the nature of my recovery. Firstly, I would like to say that my recovery is relevant but ultimately you have to decide what works for you. There are a few contributing factors to my discontinuation of drug use. 1. No Veins 2. Poor overall physical health especially heart palpitations from stimulant use 3. My mental health was very poor 4. I was extremely socially isolated 5. DRUGS WERE NOT FUN ANYMORE. I was just using because that had become my life. I spent from 1990-1992 deep in hardcore drug use and alcohol abuse. I got to the place I really didn't know anything else besides the lifestyle. It seemed a huge stretch that I would ever go back into any semblance of a "normal life". But I feel like that is that negative self talk that permeates late stage addiction- the lack of hope. Recovery as a concept is not just about abstinence. Abstinence is just one in many forms of recovery. The goal is to progress to the p

What Do We Do With Our Dead?

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What do we do with our dead? And what do we do with the living? We celebrate their lives when they have died from an overdose. Grieving families and friends produce pictures from high school. There are jackets that were rarely worn in images that were quickly taken in places that person would never go again. We celebrate the spirit of the person who was taken far too soon. Oh if only we could see them again. What of the person who is addicted who is still living? A mile, or a block, or a city from your door. A text message that is not sent. A voice you are afraid to hear. Will they ask me for a thing or tell me a story that I am not able to take in? They would really like to see you. They would like for you to touch their shoulder blade as you assure them you will always love them. What do we do with our dead? And what do we do with the living? Addiction can be the living death. Addiction can be the cause of death. Why- if it feels like no one loves you. People who use dr

Article I wrote for The Fix

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The Opinions of Sheep

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I've been robbed at knifepoint before over dope by a person I thought was a friend. I have been burned a few times. I certainly have degraded myself on a few hundred occasions. I've stolen from the til once or twice. I have even convinced myself that my lies were true, one of the biggest crimes of them all. This post isn't about what I did or did not do. It is about the life that I lead and the pain that it eventually caused me. Women on the streets get abused. That isn't speculation. That isn't an observation. That is a fact. I was told that my pussy was a gold mine, a treasure chest that could supply a lifetime of drugs and money. IF ONLY, I had the right management. I certainly had to pass on that bargain basement line but I did get hooked up with a stranger who said we would be running partners. He wanted to "protect me". I have been alone so long, a momentary lapse, a "why not", has turned into decades of headaches on and off. It isn't