Story time. So back in 2008, I was accepted into a well known automotive repair school in Massachusetts. This was the first time I had lived out of my parent’s house, without their help with food, bills, etc. Was told I needed to find a job, pay the electric and cable, all the fun things. It really didn’t take long for that to go wrong. I had found a job, but it was shit-tier pay. Rent was ridiculous, groceries were expensive and so was gas for the car. So then I started skipping some bills just so I could eat and get to school and work for a couple of weeks. But then the bills and fees started adding up. Great. Now, at the time, I was taking Strattera. For those not in the know, Strattera is/was an ADHD medication and it was supposed to be stronger than Adderall. So, very sought after by the pill poppers. The prescription was provided to me by my parents (seeing as I was still on their insurance) and it would get delivered to the local pharmacy, I just had to go pick it up. Copay was paid and everything. I told this guy at work about my money problems and he stops me and asks what medication I take for my ADHD. I told him what it was and he offered to pay me for a couple of pills and asked how much. Mind you, I was vanilla as fuck. Sheltered kid from the country, didn’t drink, smoke weed, anything. The idea was so out of my comfort zone I told him no thanks. But then the electric company started sending letters threatening to pull my meter. So, I went back to him (lets call him Joe), and said $4 for two. He happily handed me $5, told me to keep the change, and took one of the damn things right there. Half an hour later, he’s the most focused son of a bitch ever. Says he’ll gladly buy off of me. That’s where it all started. I started going to the local bar to shoot pool with my friends and sell pills on the side, in the parking lot at the school, at work...everywhere. The last sale I made, I sold a bottle of 60 pills to this guy at the bar for $400 (I had since learned the value of what I was selling and marked it up, because I wasn’t stupid). All in, I think I sold about $2,500-$3,000 worth of pills. And I spent nearly every dime of it paying my debts, groceries, gas, bills, and finding a second job. Sure, I probably could have kept going. I mean I had a steady flow of pills being provided to me for free and I could have had a very lucrative business for myself, but that’s not what I had intended. My back was to the wall and I had to make a decision in order to not be homeless and without means to get to my job or school.
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