Born, raised, and (quite content about) coming back to & living in N.J.
Born, grew-up, and went to school ~15 miles west of Newark, N.J (which is...about 1/2 hour, or so from NYC - I could see the dust/ashes etc in the sky from/on 9/11/2001).
(Partially) because of how close I grew up to Newark (was "the murder capital of the world" for a few years) + NYC - I grew up with a lot of temptations + bad influences (which, I'm very sure, I also ended up becoming; a "bad influence").
I got into a lot of...different kinds of...'trouble' (of the kinds that landed me in places that aren't the kind of places that you can get up & walk out of/leave when you want to).
After a (self-inflicted) vicious circle & cycle - that lasted ~10 years of being in 'n' out of the state's "free housing"...and...failing repeatedly many, many times befor I finally got my shit together from my 10-year drug(s) - addiction(s); after all was said & done, I'd lived in (usually read as: had my assed court-ordered to:) different institutions throughout CA, FL, OK, PA, and NY.
Eventually, get my shit together, I did, indeed!
Got clean, got a GED, went to college, became a (damned good) counselor to others who were living their lives and going through the same kinds of shit & problems that I, myself, had.
Life comes around in some '
funny' kinds of circles sometimes, though ("
If ya really want to make God laugh really hard...tell him all about what your *plans* are)
After years of being clean, going to school, and working as a drug counselor -due to some doctor's/a hospital's negligence & fuck ups...I ended up losing my left hand in an amputation as the result of a 'botched' & "very simple & routine" blood-clot repair surgery...
...(current day/end(?) of my story:) =
I'm now (and, probably will be...for the rest of my life) on constant 'pain-management' medications (read: "drugs"); ironically, that are very similar to some of the drugs that caused me so many problems in the 1st place!
However (with maturity & after years of being clean) - I just take 'em as prescribed & do my thing/my day-to-day life.
Also, somewhat humorously + ironically - thanks to the good doctor/hospital's "mistakes"...I'm now at a point in my life where I could actually afford to buy all of the drugs that I wanted to & stay "
Comfortably numb" for the rest of my life w/o ever having to work and/or resort to...'other' methods of supporting that habit; instead, I own my own waterfront home at the Jersey sure + a couple of cars (and I don't have any car/mortgage payments) -and- I buy a lot of games -n- shit (my newest & safest "addiction" to date:)
Funny circles sometimes, indeed...