Actually, I was sleeping with her for about two weeks. It's just really scary." My little sister, Daisy, never failed to point out the delicate flowers or intricately shaped stones as we went on walks together. He recounts his spiral through addiction and his very lowest points, to his turn toward rehab and the twelve steps and back time and again. "Hell, I've just been waiting for the right person to go out with." "Cool. From relapse to recovery, Sheff is forced to face the worst of himself and dig to the root of his addiction in the hopes that he can finally get clean, stay clean, and live his life. Apples! I smoke cigarettes, one after the other, trying to keep Destiny on point -- getting the phone number of his connection. There was a feeling like -- my God, this is what I've been missing my entire life. Apples! We turn up our street, steep, steep,bordered by dense woods on either side. She gives me one and I figure it won't do anything since I used to take so much of it, but I chew it up anyway, hoping it might take the edge off or something. What I say is, "Actually, I just moved back here from L.A. where I'd been sober over a year, but now I'm doing the whole relapse thing and I'm just waiting to hook up some meth.

Everyone seems to know her in L.A. She's sort of a celebrity, you know? The car sputters some, but makes it -- taking me home. She was so present and filled with wonder. Part of me expects never to see him again, but he returns ten minutes later with our sack. Mark Setzer has a lot on his mind. In the twelve-step program they tell you to get a sponsor. Really. The high is perfection. Sheff wants so badly to be the next dark, dangerous, and doomed druggy genius, but he's going to have clean up more than his act if he ever wants to belong in the same company as Burroughs, Bukowski, Miller, et al.

He hasn't been able to hunt, either, so it's strange when he brings home ... Eventually, he agrees to introduce me to a friend of his who deals speed, so long as I buy him another beer. I'm sure that it'll be enough to get me started on a life working and using in San Francisco. The current is strong and I'm immediately struggling against it, ducking the swells and feeling the pull out the mouth of the bay. There must be some strange addict radar or something. She yells my name: She is wearing big Jackie O sunglasses and her dyed black hair is pulled back tight. I hadn't even thought about getting rigs and there she is, coming right out and saying it. He'd relate his own experience getting sober from chronic cocaine addiction. "Yeah," she says, her voice light and soft. I pull back the plunger, watch the blood rush up into the mixture, and then slam it all home. He is accompanied by a tall, skinny white man with gray hair and a face that looks like a pile of pastry dough. Maybe it was them I wanted to shield from Lauren the most. First, it clearly reveals the seedy, dangerous and horrific underbelly of drug abuse and addiction in American cities.I definitely prefer the father's book over the son's, not to say that the son's memoir isn't powerful, it just isn't enjoyable to read. This is Nic's true story, of growing up on Meth, and unless you have also overcome such a drug, it's not your place to call him a horrible, pathetic person. I tell myself that, after such a long time clean, these last eighteen months, I can go back to casual use. by Atheneum Books for Young Readers Start by marking “Tweak: Growing Up On Methamphetamines” as Want to Read: I remember my championship Little League team in Sausalito, birthday parties at the San Francisco Zoo, going to art galleries and museums.