Who are you?

Who are you my readers? I would really love to know more about you. I have had over 10,000 page views in two months. I know the countries that are visting but not the readers. Please feel free to leave anonymous commnets here, ask me questions or email me privately at traceyh415@hotmail.com

1992



My history and my work


I live up on the hill. Little boxes on the hillside all around me.

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  1. KateMarch 28, 2013 at 12:34 PM

    It's Kate!

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  2. AnonymousMarch 28, 2013 at 3:01 PM

    I'm from Norway. Read your blog almost every day. I've seen black tar heroin many times and wanted to find out how you all are today, so I found you, Alice and Oreo.

    My brother is an addict and I was an addict too, many years ago.

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    1. traceyh415March 28, 2013 at 3:11 PM

      thank you for reading. I think I have one other reader from Norway according to page views.

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    2. AnonymousMarch 30, 2013 at 8:51 AM

      Where did you find Oreo?

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    3. traceyh415March 30, 2013 at 9:15 AM

      He is on Facebook but does not reply to friends requests from people he does not know

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  3. AnonymousMarch 28, 2013 at 8:17 PM

    I am suddenly "awake", I'm sitting at a bar(86,87?) with a beer in front of me, I'm not causing a commotion, I just came out of a blackout, only I know this, what city am I in?I look out the door, the street is familiar, I'm in the Tenderloin-again, I have lost my car-again, I look for 2 hrs, I can't find it, (a blessing in disguise, drunk driving is terrible!) I take a train home, the car is at home,wow!. I don't risk others lives (or mine) driving drunk anymore!, or lose my car anymore either. I run 40+ miles a week now. I'll be running the streets of SF in June 2013(SF Marathon), bye.

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  4. AnonymousMarch 29, 2013 at 5:14 PM

    Im from england. Lately your words are the last i read before bed. BTH brought me here but ive stayed for so much more. Some things i can relate to, with the depression & family history... Mostly im here for the way you tell a story.

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  5. AnonymousMarch 29, 2013 at 6:20 PM

    I've been reading, too. It's Yvette in Cincinnati. :)

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  6. traceyh415March 29, 2013 at 6:35 PM

    Strength through Roy! Love you

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  7. AnonymousMarch 30, 2013 at 3:58 PM

    Lisa from Toronto Canada. Just watched the documentary, Black Tar Heroine for the first time. I am 38 years old with an 11 yr old son. Just giving him the opportunity to look at some real people, real issues and scare the shit out of him. I will not hide the ugly truth from him. He needs to see life and the consequences that come from them. I am sorry you took the hard road, thrilled you got better and thankful to you and the others in the video for showing my son that this is not the way. R.I.P to all those who have passed. Love to you and your family xo

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  8. AnonymousApril 2, 2013 at 12:55 PM

    Hi, I'm from Bosnia. Thanks to your story I have learnt that there are things in life far worse than living in a third world country :(
    I'm a high school teacher of English and I realize how lucky my teenage students are not to have drugs so easily available...although they are exposed to many bad influences.
    Thank you and stay strong.

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  9. AnonymousApril 9, 2013 at 3:44 PM

    Hi I'm from England; I was first brought to your blog by watching Black Tar Heroin and after that I have just been fascinated by all of your individual stories. I find what you write really interesting and more than that real. I think it's amazing to see how you have been clean for so long after being in so deep. I would love to hear more about Jessica, I feel that there little information about her. Thank you for sharing your story.

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    1. traceyh415April 10, 2013 at 8:42 AM

      Thank you for reading. I do not say much about her because I want to respect her privacy.

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    2. AnonymousApril 10, 2013 at 2:28 PM

      I Understand, do you know what happened to the young man at the start of BTH with the two dreadlocks?

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    3. traceyh415April 10, 2013 at 2:32 PM

      That is richard. He lives a few blocks from my work

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  10. AnonymousApril 10, 2013 at 2:34 PM

    Is he clean now? Thanks Tracey

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