What I Wish Someone Told Me on Day 1
The raw truth about starting over, from someone who's been there more times than he'd like to admit.
I had my first joint at 15. By college I was rolling my own. By 30, I'd nearly lost everything. My family, my siblings, the people who loved me most were running out of reasons to keep trying.
Then came the morning I woke up to chaos. Angry friends. My mother upset. My father disappointed. My siblings tired of the same cycle. That was my rock bottom.
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