My Story...shortened...

I wanna get into a little bit about me and why I'm here today...read it if ya want...or not...It might make ya hate me and it might make ya love me or inspire ya and let you relate. Either way I LOVE IT. I love the hate, I love the love...Hit me with it all. Please. Really. Please...

Anyway I'm 25 and was born in a town outside Boston called Newton Massachusetts. Nice suburb, pretty affluent. My father owned a business there and what not, successful. I was the last of 4 kids, youngest. We moved to Sandwich on Cape Cod when I was 4 and then Harwich, where I currently live...I did aight in school elementary and middle but I was always a leader...I say leader in a different way then ya'll imagine it though...I would tend to lead people in a negative or semi-negative direction...at that time it was just little mischief, silly shit. I got in little bits of kid trouble, dumb ish but I was always generally considered a good kid. I was always very good at sports and I did well in Baseball and Ice HOckey especially. I played all sports and played them serious. As I got older in 7th and 8th grade I got more serious into Baseball and Hockey but I was also obsessed w/ Skating. I would hang w/ the jocks to play sports and the "delinquents" and skate rats as my true friends for skating. We were nasty at baseball and traveled everywhere st. louis, cooperstown, nyc, Florida, everywhere. We were good, on a national level. I go to high school and I was just torn between the jock world of over achievers and the skate/drug kids. So I strattled that line my whole high school career. Sports hardcore and then on my free time and weekends- drugs, booze, skating and snowboarding...then by 10th grade it was just sports and drugs and booze w/ out skating and snowboarding...By 11th grade came around I was smokin weed everyday and poppin' e-pills like it was my job on the weekends. I'm talking easy 20 tabs on some weekends. All my friends did it, we had no clue what it was all about. I was nuts we tried everything...shrooms, pills, weed was just second nature literally 1/4ounce and up a day...before, during and after school in between the real drugs. We tried anything we could get our loser ass paws on...drank robo, fuckin' did research chemicals from china you never even heard of: "Foxy", 5-meo-dipt, 5-meo-dmt, 2cb-t7...crazy shit. Ketamine...Coke...Acid...and then it eventually led to the mother of it all... But with all this going on I am a star baseball player being recruited by colleges and pitching like a champ. I look back and wonder if I would've been even BETTER if I was clean...at the time i thought the shit was actually helping me hahaha. Me and another kid were stars in the state for high school ball. We were 1 and 2 and being recruited all over by Division 1 schools. This doesn't happen around our area. I pitched 10 games in my Junior Year and he pitched 11. I went 8-1 with a 2.81 era with 81 strikeouts- a school record--- that was broken the same year by the other kid who went 9-0 with a 2.97 era and 93 strikeouts!!! By Senior year it was just like I thought I had it made...I was eating, smoking, and doing drugs like NOTHING else and losing myself completely. My friends were all screwed up too. My family noticed I wasn't me. I had rage and anger and got into fights all the time. I got arrested for fighting in school. I was becoming known as one of hte bad kids...practically "the" bad kid. My grades blew ass. I barely squeaked by to play Senior year baseball and found pain pills, started eatin perks and vikes and started to eat them everyday...even for pitching. I still pitched well. I pitched even better this year and we made it to the State Semi's. No one knew my real secret that I had a pain pill dependence...I got out of high school and to make a long story short my mother got sick w/ Cancer...I was crushed inside but never showed emotions...I did more and more pills and with my mother sick I even stole hers sometimes...I was sick w/ out them. I found oxycontin...that was the beginning of the end. My life spiraled so fast that shit brought me to my knees and QUICK...I went to detox, left after 3 days of HORRId sickness...my probation officer told me to straighten out and I kept dissing him. Kept pissin dirty. Kept thinkin nothing would happen to me. I was selling drugs too to support my habit...I was making lots of money so no one noticed me stealing or being broke cuz I wasn't...one day leaving my friend's house we got stung by the drug task force...unmarked cars from all angles boxed us in...guys in plain clothes and some wearing masks got us out of the car. They had search warrants, they knew right where the stash was...75 oxy 40's, 81 perks, 17 xanax bars, 1.7oz. of weed, 1.4 g's of cocaine, 19 ms-contin pills...I was done. For pre-trial probation after I bailed out on 10 G's thanks to family I had to go to detox and rehab...even after all this I was so gripped by the addiction that I fucked off on this...I was violated on my probation for hte fight in school and my case for the drugs wasn't even done or hardly started. They gave me 90 days in the House of Correction. Clueless I was and sick as a dogg. At the last detox I found a "friend" a "connect" really. After 55 days of the most hellish time of my life in a 100 year old prison, I was released on parole. I endured 30 days of no sleep, 14 days of absolute excruciating pain...I was stronger for it...after Parole was completed I fucked off some more...again...I called the connect I found in detox and found heroin...forget oxys...this shit was the real deal and cheap...For 2 years I went to the bottoms of hell and back w/ this shit. Homeless, shooting heroin daily...stealing my parents antiques and jewelry, robbing friends...I was lost w/ no one...They actually gave me probation for hte drug charges with 1 year suspended sentence...of course I violated and did it all again, I did 6 months, got parole, got out, violated, held for 2 weeks they said I could have another chance AGAIN and I fucked off again...they then AGAIN told me I could go to a halfway house for the remaining 5 months...and I Fucked off AGAIN...ridiculous...I did 10 1/2 months on the 12 months. When I got out and was clear headed I had learned a lot in there and it actually worked like it's supposed to "CORRECTIONAL" facility...I tried and with the grace of God I have been in meetings and clean with some short slip-ups for over a year now. I have thrown away so much...and now I want to spread the word of what I've been thru. I don't judge a person EVER...Not EVER. I have done just about everything bad you can do. I am no better than anyone. If I can help you then I will...I didn't deserve all the help I was given and I am here to pass it out to anyone who needs it. No questions asked. The sneaker game has given me something to put my incredible hunger for excitement into something that's GOOD for a change. Instead of spending 150$ a day on useless drugs I spend 150$ a week on sneakers...I love the people involved in this game. I love all ya'll and I hope people won't judge and can relate. This game is about more than just kicks, it's about unity and friendship and something we all share. Black, White, Short, tall, fat, weak, strong, skinny, good or bad we all unite thru this love we call Sneakers...Peace and Love Ya'll. Peace and LOVE!!!!!