Eli Fredericks
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Born in the north woods of Wisconsin, but a far cry from country bumpkin, I came into this world under the guise of two kicking and screaming musicians. My life consists of two very important things, the arts, and carrying the fire.
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Quit "Mething" Around, Man
There is no good place to start when revisiting my personal battle with meth addiction. It all started, perhaps, because the drugs were missing from my sex and rock and roll. Really they weren't; being a drummer in a rock and roll band obviously came with the cliché. Living in a town with a population under 1000 didn't make much of a difference either when it came to access. A college chemistry student coming home for spring break would "guinea pig" their home mixes of salts. Online dark web markets can send it directly to your mailbox, and they accept cash, credit, and crypto. In a pinch, the head cook at a local restaurant would even toss a bindle into a to-go box; the food may or may not have been eaten. As my tolerance and usage of this soluble substance increased, the more soluble everything else became.
By Eli Fredericks8 years ago in Psyche
