Excerpt from my book… Memoirs of a Junkie
Below are two paragraphs in my book – I have about 300 pages now and I probably still have another 100 or so – the editor I spoke with said that it’s easier to work with too much than not enough, so… hope this doesn’t gross you out too much.
God is so good, He is helping me to get this written faster than I would have expected and I trust that He will lead and direct the rest every step of the way. Thank You Jesus! 
We were taken to a large holding tank once we got to the courthouse and I lay down on the floor curled up in a ball. I was sicker than a dog. There were about ten or so women in the tank with me and one of them was an older black woman who went by the name “Mama”. She looked at me lying on the cold cement and said compassionately, “You’re kicking, aren’t you.” I weakly answered, “Yes” and she said, “I got arrested last night with 14 bags of dope and swallowed them. If I go to the bathroom I’ll let you know.” I seriously began to pray. As gross as it sounds – it didn’t matter to me in the least back then. I was so sick that all I cared about was finding some temporary relief to my pain. There was no way I could stand before the judge as sick as I was.
About an hour or so later, Mama was sitting on the toilet. She motioned to me when she was finished and didn’t flush when she got up. I dragged myself over to the toilet – looked around and grabbed a maxi-pad box. I took the box, stuck it in the toilet and smashed Mama’s crap onto the side of the toilet bowl until I saw a little green balloon float up to the top. The other ladies in the holding tank were screaming by this time, asking what the heck I was doing and saying “how gross” etc. I turned around and gave them the finger and said that I was going to get well. I grabbed the balloon, went to the sink and washed it off as best as I could. When I finally got the balloon open all I could do was snort it – it was watery and difficult to get up my nose without spilling it all. I was able to snort enough of it to feel it burn my nostrils and almost immediately my dope sickness went away. I was able to stand upright before the judge because of Mama, her crap and that balloon of dope! I was so grateful but man; I’d swear that the rancid stench of feces was in my nose and under my fingernails for at least a week after that! Ugh!!!
Sorry if I grossed you out… but that’s what happened, yes I did that. I was a very sick puppy. 
Thank You Jesus for delivering me and setting me FREE!
