To be perfectly honest bro by the time I was 15 years old, I was eating snorting and smoking and drinking and almost booting dope at that point.
My first trip to rehab was a few months later
Followed by my second third and fourth
Not too long after.
I was a ward of the state at the time, and was staying at grandmas while the state was placing me.
By the time I hit 17 years old, I had gotten called in by the state to go and have a visit with my caseworker and at that point they had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on trying to rehabilitate me when all they should’ve done was leave me alone from the fucking jump Anyway they slid a stack of papers across the table at me and said hey man, you need to sign these and I was like what are they and they were like well you know, blah blah blah long-winded explanation, blah blah blah yeah we ran out of money for your case blah blah blah goodbye so I signed that shit and dipped
On dead tour less than a year later, never looked back, emancipation was a wonderful feeling.


Seriously though I’ve been through hell and back, and it was a really good day that I got to sign that stack of papers. I should’ve had some beef eaters to celebrate.