The first step is admitting that you have a problem

I have a problem. I am an addict. I really can’t remember when I started. I remember experimenting as early as sixth grade. We had a Columbian exchange student live with us, and he would get some “good stuff” sent to him once a month. Man was that some potent stuff. Then I joined the Army. We have random drug screenings, and banned smoking from most buildings, but still this problem is running rampant in the Army; even more so in the deployed environment.

I can’t see a way to stop it. Some soldiers live on this stuff, and I can understand why. It picks you up when you’re down. It is always there for you. It is versatile in the way you can take it.

I can’t start a good day without it, and sometimes, I use it throughout the day. You can over do it, just ask Laura about the one trip to Seattle. I almost ended up divorced over my use of it. I’ve tried to kick the habit, but it's on my back like a 100 lb ruck on a 20 mile road march. I feel so alive right after I use it. When I have a good hit of it, I need more. You know the feeling when you have…



COFFEE!