Ahh, Len Bias. That name really takes me back. Len Bias' death shook me to my core. I am not kidding. It is one of those moments where I know exactly where I was when I heard the news. Understand something, I am neither a Boston Celtics nor a Maryland Terps fan. It was simply the death of one of the most amazing athletes I have ever seen at such a young age and on the brink of living his dream. It shook me up.
Not long after that is when I got hurt and tore up my knee. I took the pain pills (Percocet) back to the team doctor and told him to keep me away from them. He said, "Are they not working?" I said, "I like them." I found myself wanting that pill more than anything else. It scared the hell out of me. I have never not liked being in total control of my faculties, thoughts, and actions. It is my vanity in a way. I can't stand the thought of people thinking I am weak minded. That's why if I see a post of mine from a year ago and spot a spelling error, I will fix it. I don't like looking ignorant either.
I do not understand the attraction to drugs. It is the exact opposite of my make up. It only took one time with those pain pills for me to realize that the addiction I see and so despised in my alcoholic relatives is in my DNA too. It is easy to get addicted for some people. I won't have it. Not only no, hell no.