Before meeting my beautiful wife and began our paranormal investigating, I had a completely different existence. A life that feels like a dream, a past that seems like a hallucination, it’s constantly flashing in and out during my daily life. Triggered by random sights, songs and feelings, I was a junkie. Heroin was my world and pain was my reality. I’ve lost friends forever, some turned their back on me, some have gone through the gates of death, both due to a drug that was made by Satan himself.

This is my story as the memories surface. I grew up in Chicago, I had a great childhood, I wasn’t around drugs or drinking, I was never abused, I was a regular kid. However, in Chicago, drugs are everywhere, not knowing what heroin actually was, I started using at 16 after experimenting with almost everything else. I have been clean since August 28th, 2004. On that day, I overdosed but was brought back and later that day, my friend overdosed. I got him to a hospital as fast as I could, but it was too late. That was the worse day and the best day of my life. I lost my friend before my eyes and at that very same moment, I made the decision to never use dope again.

I’ve always wondered, “Why was I spared? Why didn’t my friend make it?” I mean, he had a young daughter, he had a fiance, I had none of those things. There’s a reason I didn’t die that day, I just don’t know what it is yet. Hopefully some of my stories and experiences can help someone. Below is a link to that story.

A Junkie’s Sojourn