Introduction.

I used to be a worthless piece of shit, but I'm feeling better ;)

Okay, enough with the dork references.

I used to be a junkie. Or, as I liked to tell my worthless addiction counsellors, I was an escape artist.

When I was wallowing around in that shithole of self-pity and refusal of accoutability, I fucked up a lot of peoples' lives--my own being the least important of them.

Now I'm sober, and settled, and ready to save some lives in the tradition of the woman who saved mine.

No coddling. No hand-holding. Just an honest assesment of what it means to be a junkie, and the only fool-proof way I've observed of overcoming said state of worthless dicktardedness.

If you want to be told that where and who you are is not you fault, and that you're just the helpless victim of an evil disease that anyone but *you* can cure, then leave now.

I am not in the business of selling warm fuzzy platitudes. I am here to save your life, or more aptly, to boot your ass in the direction of making your life worth saving.

This is junkie boot camp, maggot. Contact me through comments if you're ready to hear the truth about what a worthless piece of shit you are--and how you can redeem yourself.

Everything is transitory, even your own asshattedness. I'll help you through this, if you let me.