Uhmm, k, don’t do drugs, uhmm k, drugs are bad, uhmm k

It’s apparent that we live in a hypocritical culture. Parents tell their kids not to do drugs but most have experimented. Are drug people bad people? I remember getting an article from an addict talking about if drug people were bad people. I never read it. I guess I figured I knew the answer.

Lately, the Olympic swimmer Michael Phelps caused controversy when a picture leaked him smoking from a bong. It became all about is he a bad role model. It didn’t matter that he accomplished an extraordinary Olympic career, he must be told to be perfect or lose millions in dollars advertisement banked on his popularity.

I had to ask myself, why don’t these advertisers do background checks. It seems to me, anyone sudden celebrity is elevated to role model status by bored housewives. These lazy parents don’t want to parent their own kids rather hand them a television and video game, but get pissed when the surrogate substitute for guidance disappoint.

I don’t think I would care what any celebrity does with his or her life when it came to my child. Those people aren’t gods and infallible. We are all human. Not even heroes are heroes. I love Oprah but she is still a person who shits and I hope wipe her ass, and not the afterlife.

I don’t believe drugs are bad. I know some people abuse drugs. I know some people medicate their lives with street drugs. Any thing on this planet can be abused. Some people abuse food. Some people abuse sun tanning.

I think it’s greed that’s bad. I think taking something so simple to one person and exploiting for selfish need. I also don’t believe addiction is a disease. I’m not sick. I’m greedy. I’m often irresponsible.

I found with liquor and sex something made me feel good, validated, and special and I got greedy. I was like a fat kid breaking into Willy Wonka.

Did the greed make me a bad person, yes and no? I didn’t kill or rob for my addiction. I lied and sometimes stole from love ones because of my addiction. I destroyed my reputation with the addiction. It wasn’t the liquor, drug, or sex; it’s what I did with the liquor drugs and sex.

I once say a show about obesity. I couldn’t’ imagine how anyone could let their life and body get do out of control. Yet, as an alcoholic, my addiction wasn’t always so visible. It only brought attention to itself when it got out of control: running down the street naked, skipping work for afternoon sex parties, cheating, passing out in front my yard.

I’ve never been a functional addict. I’m an extremist. I was like what Charlie sheen once described, if I had one cocktail I wake up two weeks later passed out on in a pile of cocaine and a dead hooker

When I turned 30, I got to a point where I didn’t like myself anymore. I wasn’t trustworthy, I felt like I was flunking the same grade and had gotten to big for the desk therefore had to sit on the floor. I felt I was being left behind in my age group.

Yet, it took me another three years to take responsibility for whom and why I was. I got greedy. It was that simple. If my addiction was a person, it would weigh a thousand pounds. Yet, I’m six feet and weigh about 165 pounds.

Sometimes I wish I was really fat. I am big as a house and then go in for a surgery or something, and lose dramatic weight and then go on Oprah. I would be one of those people with the before and after shot. Yet, as a drug addict and former alcoholic I have no pics of what I was like before. I only have the memories and a bunch of people no longer speaking to me.

All addictions are the same, its greed and that’s one of the seven deadly sins that lead to a life of hell on earth.