Chapter
One
Alcohol
and Drugs – My Use
When
growing up I never really expected to start using drugs or alcohol.
Frankly I never did like the effect it had on the people I grew up
around. But by the time I was twelve I started getting used to
seeing people drinking around me more and more. So of course I
wanted to give it a shot. I first got intoxicated from drinking
beer. Then, when I started smoking marijuana when I was thirteen, I
got put on juvenile supervision. At some point of the supervision I
was mandated to do drug testing, which I failed. Once I failed the
first drug test, my P.O. started giving them to me every week.
Eventually I had to quit smoking marijuana, at least for the time
being. Then I started having troubles going to sleep at night, so I
started drinking heavily to fall asleep. I did this every night for
quite some time. Before I knew it, I was used to drinking. As time
went by I slowed down on my drinking, but increased my smoking of
marijuana. There were a few occasions of experimenting with cough
syrup around this age too. When I turned sixteen I was drinking
occasionally still, and smoking marijuana almost daily. This ended
when I was arrested for my first OWI and was revoked from supervision
and sent to Ethan Allen. When I was released for the second time
from Ethan Allen it was only a short while before I was involved in
selling LSD and I was using it heavily while I was selling it. This
didn’t last very long as I was finally arrested for my crime. Over
the next few years I used alcohol more and more frequently as I was
unable to use other drugs due to drug testing while on supervision.
I did do some experimenting with different drugs throughout the
years, but nothing ever amounted to more than one or two uses. My
drugs use has primarily been with marijuana and alcohol. There was
also a short period of time when I was sixteen or seventeen when I
was abusing prescription pain killers. Then it happened again just
last year. Before being sentenced for my fifth OWI last year, I was
at home on house arrest for some unpaid fines. During this period of
time I couldn’t drink due to an alcohol monitoring bracelet and I
couldn’t use due to random drug testing. When it was almost a week
until sentencing I gave up on everything. I didn’t care about
failing a drug test. In my opinion, I was about to go through the
worst thing I could have in over ten years. I had the option of
staying at home on this house arrest for an additional year instead
of going to prison. But at the time my father and I weren’t
getting along very well. He didn’t even seem bothered the
slightest that I was choosing prison over sitting at home with him.
So I did something for the attention, and a bit of self gain. I
stole all of his pain killers. When he confronted me about it I told
him I guess he was going to have to call the police. While he was
talking to the dispatcher on the phone I was consuming the pills. By
the time the police officer came to the house I had met him on the
front porch. He eventually put me into his car when he found out I
was under the influence of some of the pills. I denied stealing the
pills, but couldn’t deny the using of some of them. It was so
obvious at that point. My eyes wouldn’t dilate and I was having
troubles talking. The officer went back inside to tell my parents he
was taking me to the hospital, so I consumed the rest of the pills
with the hopes of not being caught with them. I was willing to risk
my life to not get caught with them. I eventually woke up in the ICU
at Beloit Memorial Hospital a few days later. I was hooked up to a
bunch of different monitors and had a round-the-clock guard provided
by the Rock County Sheriff’s Department. At some point I was taken
to the Rock County Jail where I was put into the Secure Housing Unit.
I was so deeply under the influence of these prescription pain
killers that the next eight days were a blur. I don’t even recall
speaking with my arresting officer or the drug unit detective. I
admitted to stealing the pills and was granted some leniency. I was
later sentenced to thirty-six months of consecutive supervision to my
extended supervision. I’ve been clean ever since this incident and
contrary to some people’s beliefs, I’ve had plenty of chances to
use drugs since this day. Rock County Jail is a cesspool of drug
dealers who’re still holding when they come in. I’ll be released
from supervision on May 6th,
2017.
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