Lo

We met,
we spoke,
we laughed,
gradually I learned more,
I was never expecting to fall for a girl i'd never met.

Today is a Good Day.

When taking drugs there is no such thing as a good day. There are plenty of bad days, and days where you try to convince yourself they were good, but really they were just hassle free, in other words, those days you had drugs and didn't have to go looking.

I never thought I could be happy. I always had to have material things in my life. I could never sit still, always looking for something else, something more, never content with what I had. The thought of living without drugs in my life was more scary than the thought of living an addict for the rest of my life.

I've got to know myself this last year more than I have in my entire life. I know myself, I now know the reasons behind my urge to escape life day after day. I realize things about myself that I was too scared to find out before and as a result I am content. I stop to smell the roses. I have nothing, but at the same time I have everything I ever wanted. I laugh on a daily basis. I cry. I feel, and I love.

  I took a lot of things for granted in my life, but that is in the past. I'm happy to be alive, today is a good day.

Forever at a Funeral

Today was the funeral of yet another friend. Karl was a character that lit up the darkest of rooms. His laugh as infectious as Hep C, a thieving fucker by all accounts, with no less than 280 convictions. But, we all have our demons. Karl's was crack and heroin, easy to get on, a fucker to get off, trust me, I know.
In spite of these traits, you couldn't help but love Karl, a kind, supportive, caring guy, who fell into the clutches of heroin, and like so many before him, couldn't win that battle.
I'll miss you Karl. R.I.P.

This is a hard hitting poem his mother wrote for the service.

"Yes, this is my son" - From Linda

So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass,
LSD, goofballs, cocaine and hash,
and someone, pretending to be a true friend,
said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin."
Well honey, before you start fooling with me,
just let me inform of how it will be.

For I will seduce you and make you my slave,
I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves,
you think you could never become a disgrace,
and end up addicted to poppy seed waste.

So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,
you'll take me into your arms very soon.
And once I've entered deep down in your veins,
the craving will nearly drive you insane.

You'll swindle your mother and just for a buck.
you'll turn into something vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm,
and feel contentment when I'm in your arms.

The day when you realize the monster you've grown,
you'll solemnly swear to leave it alone.
If you think you've got that mystical knack,
then sweetie, just try getting me off your back.

The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in knots.
The jangling nerves screaming for one more shot.
The hot chills and cold sweats, withdrawal pains,
can only be saved by my little brown grains.

There's no other way, and there's no need to look,
for deep down inside you know that you're hooked.
You'll desperately run to the pushers and then,
you'll welcome me back in your arms once again.

And you will return just as I foretold!
I know that you'll give me your body and soul.
You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart.
And you will be mine until, "Death Do US Part."

Karl Sherringham
July 31st 1973 - March 19th 2011