HEROIN

If you have ever wanted to try heroin...read on...In December of 1993, I was a graphic artist in Brooklyn NY. I also did millefiori placques and candles and sold them in the village...I had been doing recreational drugs for years. One day, I sold all of my art and got orders for as much as I could provide. I was overjoyed...my dreams were coming true. So my friend and I went out to celebrate, dined like kings & queens, drank Black Russians, and bought some heroin. I ended up in a coma for a month, blind for 3 months, and now I can't even write legibly, nevermind draw. I was very fortunate, 75 people died that weekend from the same batch of heroin. The only reason I am spilling my guts here on the WWW is in hope of enlightening someone and because I am still here to tell my story. I don't have a monkey on my back anymore . . .