/lit/ - Literature

>Coke user from age 15 to 20

>Every girl I fell for broke my heart or fucked my friends

>Had criminal friends from chopshop owners, to pissant college pot heads and moved around so much I never kept any of the same group for company more than a year

>Sobered up (mostly) and wrote a novel

Life to me was insipid and without value when I became an adult. There was no good reason for this as my parents were well to do and I had the privilege of trotting the globe at a considerably young age. Reflecting back on it, I was caught up in the idea of a novel lifestyle so much that I was unable to see how interesting my life actually was, that I hopelessly tried to escape from it to add some flavor with a little drugs and pussy. I got bored easily and that boredom landed me into some seriously deep shit. Out of the dust, I pulled myself together thanks to literature; without the written word I'm sure I'd be dead, and even though all of my favorite authors are either dead or on their way, I am indebted to them for keeping me alive when I felt so abandoned, dejected, and unwanted because of stupid decisions I'd made. I'm hammered right now but I want everyone to know, after hitting rockbottom, a man can only go up and failing won't be scary because you've already been ther, or some shit