How I went from a homeless man to a drug addict

My life story began with the words “I want to help people.”

A few years later, I moved to San Francisco to work as a janitor.

I was homeless and living in a hostel, where my landlord would occasionally call to let me know if I needed a room.

It was the beginning of a lifelong addiction.

I didn’t have any money and couldn’t afford the drugs I needed to get by.

So I began taking my own drugs.

The first time I got caught was when I was 18.

It wasn’t long after that that I started to use marijuana.

I would smoke it and it would give me a little buzz and make me feel like I was a little bit more awake, which helped me get through the night.

But I couldn’t go to sleep because I was so high.

I had been smoking pot for years, and it was getting harder to stop.

So, like a lot of other homeless people, I got addicted.

The other thing that made me feel a little more awake was the music that I would listen to.

I’d get up and I’d listen to hip-hop music and I would get into a fight with someone or start yelling at somebody.

So one day, I had this idea.

I thought, Let’s start doing drugs together.

So that’s when I got into my first serious fight.

The fight started when I noticed my landlord was getting more and more agitated and I started yelling at him to get out.

The landlord said, “What’s going on?

Why are you yelling at me?”

And I said, Why are they getting so agitated?

Because I was smoking pot.

He was really angry.

So, I tried to get him to let the tenant move out, but he said that they were already there.

I said to him, “I’m not moving out, so don’t let me.”

He started to get really upset.

So he went and told the landlord.

Then, I started throwing drugs.

And he said, What are you doing?

I’m like, “You are throwing drugs into my apartment!”

And he was like, What?

You want me to move out?

I said I am, but you can’t just kick me out.

And I’m throwing drugs in my face.

I told him, Why don’t you let me move out.

But he didn’t listen to me.

I just kept throwing drugs, and I kept yelling at the landlord to get me out of here.

And that’s the fight that started my addiction.

So after I started smoking pot, I began using drugs.

I started doing a lot more drug dealing and stealing and killing people.

And then I had the first heroin overdose.

I’m the only person that had ever overdosed on heroin.

That’s when it started.

I went to jail.

And after my arrest, I was in jail for six weeks.

I went through a lot.

But the worst thing I experienced was not getting out of there.

I was in solitary confinement.

I wasn’t allowed to leave my cell and my cell was locked.

I couldnít get out of the cell, and there was no one to come and look after me.

And at that time, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I tried to start again and try to be a different person, but I was very depressed and I was really scared of what was going to happen to me if I was let out.

I ended up going into rehab.

But then, I felt like I didnít belong in there.

So at the same time, there were other people that were being let out of jail.

I became friends with a guy named Michael.

I also started going to my uncle and my mom, and they had been there for years and were very supportive of me.

Then my uncle got a job and he was able to support me financially and help me find a job.

I began working at a restaurant and I had a lot less money than I used to, and when I would go to the restaurant and eat out, there was a lot fewer people there.

And so I began to drink more.

And when I did drink, I used more.

So my friends told me to stop, and my family didní t know why I would do that.

So they started taking me to the hospital.

At that time I was already in the hospital because of the heroin I was using.

And they kept saying to me, You donít know how much you are going to die.

So when they told me I had no life, I just knew they were wrong.

I could feel that everything was falling apart, and that I wasnít living the life that I was supposed to live.

I wanted to get my life back.

But when I saw my mother, I knew I couldnót let that happen.

So thatís when I began looking at other homeless guys who were homeless.

I saw this guy named Steve who had gotten kicked