Hopeless junkie
Have needle, will work
Soon after the high point of my 30th birthday I was fired from my first real computer programming job because the drugs I needed to kill the pain of living the lie of manhood made it impossible to hold down responsibilities. Within a month I was living on General Assistance (welfare), taking my valuables to the pawnshop for drug money and wondering why I bothered to stay alive. To make a long and tragic story very short, I hit bottom and checked into a Veteran's Administration drug rehabilitation hospital.
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