I am a heavy drug user. The drug I use is PCP (Phencyclidine).
The type of drug is a Hallucinogen. I got the drug from Nile a.k.a. Robert Black. Nile is a man who sells drugs to support his family. He is only 23 years of age. I met Nile 4 months ago at the corner liquor store. PCP is a synthetic drug (chemically unrelated to LSD or mescaline); PCP is a white crystalline powder, readily soluble in water or alcohol. On the street PCP is usually called “angel dust” or “angel hair”. Nile sometimes refers to PCP as “mist” or “hog”. I call PCP “flying saucers or maybe “rocket fuel”. “Supergrass” and “killer weed” are two other street names for PCP. First, when I met Nile, prices were pretty high. I usually get 50 tablets, which will last me about a month. That would cost me$100.00. Each tablet is $2.00. Since Nile and I have formed a bond over the last few months for 50 tablets would only cost me $75.00. The prices for a casual user are 25 tablets for $25.00. That’s pretty good. I get the money to pay for the drug from my mom. When she goes to sleep at night, I go into her purse and get whatever she has left in her wallet. When I take PCP I feel relaxed and the world is moving very cool and slow. I also do PCP because my friends do it. Since taking the drug, I have no more time for my family. Especially my little brother. He loves to hang out with me. But sense I started using PCP it seems I have no more time for my little brother.
Well late Friday afternoon on January 25,2003 while I was driving home the police stopped me for driving recklessly. They told me to walk the yellow line, but I was unable to do that. While one of the officers was searching my 2002 Jeep Grand Cherokee, in the glove department he found a bottle full of pills. They had arrested me for possession of the drug PCP. I was taken to jail. I had one phone call so I called my parents. They told me that I would be in a lot of trouble. Three hours went by, and then my dad walks through the door with sweat coming from the sides of his face. After that they gave me a court date of when I will appear in front of the judge for the ruling on my case. The next Tuesday I was due in court. The judge ordered me to pay $1,000.00, and spend 12 months in prison. I only had 3 weeks before I would be sent of to San Quentin a prison in California. After hearing my sentence I had a meeting with my principal. He told me that I could no longer attend Wellborn High School.
The Term Paper on Drug addiction 3
A drug addiction is an ongoing need to use drugs. It is also called substance dependence, because the person may depend on drugs to continue functioning normally. Like any addiction, it involves a craving, or strong want, that is very hard to control. [1] When the addict is no longer able to use the drug, they will suffer from withdrawal. [2] A person usually become addicted to specific kinds of ...
Life in prison was hard and rough. The worse people of the state were there. I just wanted to go home. I got beat up the second day I was there. I accidentally stepped on this guy shoe then pandemonium broke out with him and I, then two other guys started to jump on me. I hated that. In prison they offered these classes where you can learn how to read and write so I took that. I learned a lot of important information in that class. The one thing I hated was the food. It was chicken, potatoes, and vegetables, with bread. If you wanted something to drink that would be water. I hated prison life.
While I was using the drug I experienced nausea and vomiting. Sometimes I felt my heart beating really fast. I sometimes left my house looking like a total wreck. I always would feel dizzy. After getting out of prison I thought my life would be the same as it was before I got out. Believe me it wasn’t. I was unable to fill my life long dream of going to UCLA. I was offered a scholarship to play baseball at Louisiana State University; they took the scholarship back because they heard I was a heavy drug user. My friends that did not use drugs all went on to college. They did not even care about me anymore. The most important thing that I lost was my parents trust.
The Term Paper on Life in the Prison System
Connor Moroney Mr. Heitz College Writing 6 May 2013 Life in the Prison System Prison is a place that nobody wants to be. Its a place which can hold anyone who has committed a crime no matter how serious. There are many different crimes that can land you in prison and unfortunately so many people have committed these crimes that our prisons are becoming overpopulated. These prisons all have ...
I’ve been out of prison for a month now and I’m ready to turn my life around. Some of my friends in prison that have 25 years or more, have been telling me I need to go to a rehabilitation center and change my life. They are absolutely right. I joined the “Do It Now” Rehabilitation Center. My guidance counselor Shelly told me that this rehab unit was a good unit to choose. My parents paid for the rehab unit. They paid for it because they wanted to help me get my life back on track. To me it was the best gift that I received from them in along time. The total cost of the rehab unit would be $621.53. That would include everything like food, 15 sessions, living costs, and any other expenses. Each session is one hour long. I would be living at the rehab unit for two months. It’s been two months and I’m feeling great! I’ve been drug free for two months. I’m glad that I went to rehab I feel like I’m a new man. My therapist Wilma really found out why I was on the drug I was. She told me the reason why was because I had felt lonely and helpless. Everyday we would do something different. When I first arrived at the rehab unit I told myself this is a beginning of the new Ty Knowles. The only thing that I hated was you were not allowed out of the rehab unit. They had got me really frustrated. I didn’t like that we were allowed to have visitors. My parents visited me every two weeks. When talking to Wilma I felt that she just really knew where I was from. My progress was fantastic because I never felt a craving for PCP when I was there. I always wanted to get help but I was afraid to ask. Another thing I like about the rehab unit was that you got a chance to say what you wanted to say. It was never “do this”, “do that” or “shut up”.
My life would be so different if I was clean. I would be at UCLA making something of myself. Since I was a heavy drug user I was a nobody. Instead of people looking up at me they started to look down at me. Being in prison made me take a real look at life. If I kept doing what I was doing I would be back in prison for a longer time. I didn’t want that. When I entered the rehab unit was a big change in my life. I am now 23 and doing better than ever. I have not taken PCP in over 3 years ever sense I left the rehab unit. I was enrolled in UCLA in the fall of 2005. I am majoring in business. I now play on the baseball team at UCLA. My friend Nile ended up going back to school and getting him an education. I just wonder sometimes what, where would I be if I never stopped taking PCP. I think either I would be in prison or dead. I do not want to be like that. I am happy that I quit. I am excelling in school with a 3.87 GPA. I have a job now. I am assistant manager at a clothing store called the “GAP”. I’ve been working there for only a year now. I like it. I also visit schools were I talk to young people about using drugs and what harmful affects they have. My younger brother and I are also starting to spend more time together. He is 11 now and I’m explaining my story to him about why I was a heavy drug user. I always visit my therapist Wilma every two weeks. We talk about what is going on in each other’s life. She tells me that she is going back to college to become a psychologist. If it weren’t for Wilma I would probably be back in prison. If you go to her office she has dozens and dozens of roses from me thanking her for helping me.
The Essay on Life In Prison Voices From The Field
Life in Prison - Behind a Convict's Eyes Crystal Fisher Introduction This paper is about the book "Behind a Convict's Eyes" by K. C. Carceral. This book was written by a young man who enters prison on a life sentence and describes the world around him. Life in prison is a subculture of its own, this subculture has its own society, language and cast system. The book describes incidents that have ...
It’s now the year 2007. I am out of college. I am now playing professional baseball for the Atlanta Braves. I signed a contract for 4 years $19,000,000. I am getting married in November to my fiancé Cheryl. We know live in Atlanta. I’m starting this program called GDOTS. GET DRUGS OFF THE STREETS. I plan to open up centers around Atlanta for the youth. They will be able to do homework and just have fun. They can stay there until their parents can pick them up. My other goal is for them not to stay on the streets and do drugs like I did.
