The long, sad, downward spiral of a beautiful drug addict.
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She was a stunningly beautiful blonde from rural America. Picture a young Heather Locklear, Christie Brinkley, or someone along those lines. She grew up in a big house, had a wealthy family, and a good childhood. She was a star athlete, got good grades, had lots of friends, and was the envy of many. She was a social butterfly and liked to party too. By the end of high school and the beginning of college, she started getting a little out of control with drugs and alcohol. It began to cause a lot of friction with her family. Eventually, her family couldn't take it any more and they kicked her out of the house.
She did some work as a model, but had to turn to stripping to keep from being homeless. She dropped out of college to strip full-time and pay the bills. As a stripper, she continued to party and her addiction only got worse. A white knight boyfriend came along (not me) and she left the pole, moved away, and lived with him for a few years. She worked as a model and he paid her living expenses, so things were looking up for her.
She was bored though, started partying again, and eventually started cheating on him. The relationship ended. She went back to stripping and eventually started escorting to pay the bills. The addiction became so bad that she eventually needed a big score, to keep a roof over her head and feed her habit. She used her looks and charm to con a married man out of $5,000, by promising to be his new girlfriend. He gave her the money up front (must not have read TUSCL), before ever sleeping with her, and she disappeared. He never saw her again.
The $5k kept her afloat for a while, but her out of control lifestyle eventually landed her in jail. After serving prison time, her family put her in an expensive private rehab program. She got clean, went back to college, graduated, and was on a good path. She was working and in graduate school, to get a Masters degree. She's in her late 20's now.
She eventually fell off the wagon and her addiction got out of control again. She dropped out of school and was fired from her job. She did some modeling work and started working as a sugar baby. Her drug use was out of control and she was extremely flaky, so she eventually lost all of her good sugar daddies. She was evicted and her boyfriend let her move in with him. She still needed to feed her addiction though, so she was escorting behind the boyfriend's back. It eventually drove him crazy and the relationship ended. She was homeless again. She moved in with a new boyfriend and the cycle continued.
She is as desperate as ever now, extremely depressed, and occasionally has suicidal thoughts. She's accepted the fact that she needs to prostitute to survive and it's destroying her. Even so, she refuses to move back in with her family or go to rehab. She sometimes has to steal to eat. She's lost a lot of weight and is starting to look strung out. She's still beautiful, but her lifestyle is slowly starting to take its toll on her.
Sadly, I think she may die of an overdose or at the hands of a dangerous john, because she is so desperate for money. It breaks her family's heart, but they have stopped sending her money, because they know it goes to drugs. At this point, jail or rehab may be the only thing that saves her life. It's amazing that someone could go from a model student, athlete, and prom queen to this. Sad.
She was my sugar baby at one point. She never conned me, but was very flaky. She is so desperate and erratic at this point that I don't trust her going forward though. She's capable of anything at this point, just to feed her addiction.
The end.
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When I was younger, I loved to party, but as an adult I don't use drugs or alcohol to escape. I'll wallow in depression and feel sorry for myself at times, if things aren't going well, but just get through it and push forward without drugs.
That's crazy that someone can age 15 years in only 2. Sometimes I'll see an older, homeless drug addict on the street, who looks like they were once a beautiful young woman. They could have been a stripper when they were younger, but who knows. If the woman I'm describing above doesn't die or beat her addiction, I think she'll eventually wind up looking like one of those old, homeless, addicts on the street. No longer beautiful and hard to tell if they once were. Sad.
They are creating a pool of unemployable people.
The company I work for requires drug testing and I was shocked when discussing this with the HR person the number of applicants who can't pass the piss test. The workers compensation insurance carrier insists on the tests or they will cancel the insurance.
Bottom line if you smoke pot or do anything stronger than booze(which clears from your system in few hours) you will not be hired by any company I know. That leaves very little left. I makes it so addicts are in a self destructive world surrounded by other addicts and their enablers(dealers) who have no interest in getting clean. Legalizing pot will just increase that pool of the unemployable.
States legalizing pot are committing economic suicide in the long run: you create an unemployable population or at minimum a lower income group (most jobs that do not require a drug test are lower paying lower skill jobs) increasing welfare, Medicaid, and food stamp rolls while reducing the relative percentage of gainfully employed taxpayers. In the short term you get an increase in revenue form the sin and sales taxes on the product but in the long term your costs and income tax revenue decreases will soon out pace the the sin and sale tax income.
This will also create a larger gap between the haves and have nots that will be used to further vilify those of us that work, save. pay our taxes and pay our bills, then try to have a little left to spend on some entertainment!
SJG
My current SB is a college student struggling to make ends meet, so I feel better knowing I'm helping make her life easier. With the girl I mention above, I was starting to feel guilty about helping to support her habit, even though I knew she could easily replace me.
She has a dual diagnosis: an addiction and a mental health problem. I delivered her to detox again tonight, there's no doubt in my mind that she wants a sober life, but unless both of her issues are treated, she'll relapse at the first roadblock she encounters. Very sad, very common, and very hard to treat.
I'm convinced that my ATF has a personality disorder which is difficult to treat by itself and almost impossible with an overriding addiction.
Won't be surprised if that's why you choose to move there. Perfect conditions for running The System, right?