The most shocking story I heard while locked up came
from one of my cell mates. I think Hector was his name. He was a few years
older than me, he was thirty six I was thirty two at the time. As it turned out
we were both locked up for drugs. Me selling, him using.
Hector was a heroin addict. He was the kind of junkie
that stole on a daily basis in order to feed his habit. Hector had been a
junkie for twenty years, since he was sixteen.
Hector was from Tucson, a high school dropout that got
involved with gangs. He lived on the wrong side of town. His father had been in
and out of prison all his life. His mother was part of the uneducated labor
force.
At the age of sixteen Hector got his girlfriend
pregnant and became a father. The day his child was born He returned home from
the hospital to share his news with his dad.
Hectors father got out a sack of heroin his supplies
for fixing.
His dad said:
“Today you became a man. This is how men celebrate”
After uttering those words Hector’s dad injected him
with the syringe of heroin. This experience put hector on the path of
addiction.
I never really got over the shock of that story.
After hearing that story I felt as if I’d lived a
charmed life.
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