Without actually gettin too much into it, I just got my own apartment. I was in rehad in a special program (somewhere, not really allowed to tell) in the south for a while to get back on my feet. Whatever I do, I do to compulsively. I don't know when to stop, which, is bad when it comes to drugs. Some of my friends can drink a couple of cocktails and get high as a kite, and still perform at work the next day. I can't. I realized I needed help when I started shooting myself with cocaine and heroine just to get out of bed and avoid sickness. Lets just say I ate a lot of acid and had some crazy times. I'm done with that life.
Now, its just the boring life. One with a plan and a routine. Oh, and a lot of PUSSY lately, I might add. Is it just me or are women HOT AS FUCK these days. Damn, I hope I have BOYS b/c I don't want to break a kids neck for making my daughter cry.
Through it all, I learned that nothing is handed to you. Newbies come on here and think with 2 shots a week and 1 g of gear they'll be jacked as hell and get all the bitches. The instant fix. Nope. You got to work for results and execute every day. For me, everything came easy. Girls, bball, and money. But, in the end i made bad choices. For instance, I chose to eat mushrooms with a bunch of my friends one night instead of going to a photo shoot for DKNY at this huge hotel in FL and it cost me $20k. Young and dumb.
Fucked up my health, my bball career, and thats where it STOPS. I look forward to every day. Nobody can tell you shit when your successfull and happy.
Nough rambling just some food of thought for the morning hollllllllllllllllllla!