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Drug addiction not only affects the user it also affects each one of you. If you dare- take a walk into the stormy lives of these victims. Oh, yes the crack addict is the first victim and we are the last.This beautiful high school queen is about toMoreDrug addiction not only affects the user it also affects each one of you. If you dare- take a walk into the stormy lives of these victims. Oh, yes the crack addict is the first victim and we are the last.This beautiful high school queen is about to embark on her dreams of a lifetime. To become an important and famous Lawyer. Accepted into college with a full scholarship and it seems that nothing can stand in her way. That is until Lynette is introduced to smoking crack cocaine. On this roller coaster ride can she get any higher before she comes back down.............“Ms. Ellis, I said, I have sunk so low with my drug use and bad things are happening around my kids because of it. It’s to the point that men that know I’m addicted have asked for my eleven year old daughter for a vial of crack. I get sick to my stomach thinking about the things that I have done to get high but not my child, Ms Ellis, not my child.” ............Before I could say any thing or react to him, he started stabbing her all over. All he kept saying was “Crack bitch, told you not to fuck with my money, now fuck with this.” He let her go and her body hit the ground, he leaned down ....Who was this young man or young woman before crack, why is this grandmother of five out here on the streets with a crack pipe in her pocket?How did that family lose everything they had and end up homeless? ..........I’m living in the house by myself for about a year and somebody broke in. I got cut on the wrist and ended up at Grady. About two weeks after I leave Grady I get a call to come back for follow up work. When I get to the clinic I’m told that I am HIV positive. I was in and out of the hospital several times over the next six months. I was talking to the doctor about my condition and asked him if he thought I had a chance to get well, or at least back to feeling a little normal. He told me that I would have to change my lifestyle, stop using drugs, smoking and drinking, eat healthy and take the medicine that he gave me everyday and mostly don’t have unprotected sex. I started laughing to the point I was almost crying. How am I supposed to stop doing what I have been doing all my life? I wake up getting high, I go to sleep getting high, even though I’m tired of it, it’s still me, and it’s what I do. I don’t know if I would be in this shape if I kept shooting heroin and never started with crack. I do know that dope is dope, it just matters about the control it has over your total being.