What can be worse than selling drugs to kids?

Hi there, it’s Ben. Thanks for continuing to follow my story. We are almost to the end, I promise.

In my last post, I told you how I was expelled from university while on a study abroad semester in England. I had become addicted to heroin, and my drug abuse kept me from attending and performing at school.

When I got home, all I cared about was getting more heroin. Once I found a dealer I had to figure out how on earth I was going to keep paying for the drugs, not to mention a place to live. I had almost run through my savings already.

The dealer offered to let me crash on his couch and supply me with free drugs if I helped him distribute. And yes, distribute means sell drugs. Soon I was pushing heroin in exchange for more drugs and a blanket on a dirty couch in a drug dealer’s living room.

That’s when I hit rock bottom.

I was high out of my mind, as usual, when I went to meet a client. We had agreed to meet in a parking lot.

I didn’t realize until I got there that it was a high school parking lot.

I had some qualms about selling to kids, but I was so high and selfish that I put the guilt out of my mind.

I got into the car of some kid. As we were exchanging money for goods, a fist knocked on the car window. We were busted.

A school security guard had seen me approach the parking lot and get into a student’s car. Suspicious, the guard called the police.

There was no hiding what I was doing. I was arrested for being under the influence of an illegal substance, possession of a controlled substance, drug distribution, supplying an illegal and intoxicating substance to a minor, and carrying drugs onto school property.

With no one to pay my bail, I had to stay in jail, where I was forced to get sober. I will point out that it is possible to get drugs in jail, but it requires a lot of money and connections, neither of which I had.

So there I was, in jail, vomiting and feeling like I was going to die from heroin withdrawals. I was deeply ashamed by what I had done. I couldn’t believe I had gone from a bright student with a promising future to a drug addict, selling heroin to kids.

I knew I had to get better and do something better with my life.