Today, I repurposed the garden shed after it had been sitting, filthy, for the last year, after having been my meth/crack crash pad when my husband kicked me out of the house again for using drugs… yet again. I’d forgotten about the spiders, mouse poop, and general filth that I lived in then. I post these pictures not because I’m proud of what happened… but because I want never to forget, and maybe even inform others on the horrible nature of addiction.
Surrounding the shed, under the ivy, are 15 four-gallen cat litter buckets filled with spent nitrous canisters, remainders from before I started hitting the hard drugs and gave myself eight lesions on my spinal cord from a B12 deficiency brought on by my nitrous-huffing habit. Even the soft drugs are dangerous to your health.
Never forget that life can always get better.