1) In college, I discovered I loved recreational substances. My best friend was a closet heroin addict and convinced me to try it. 2) 19 or 20 3) 90 to 200 USD per gram. Towards the end, I was spending upwards of 3000 a month. 4) Through my friend at first, but I quickly developed a network of dealers. 5) My entire life had been reduced to obtaining and consuming heroin. I didn't stop when my best friend died, I didn't stop after three overdoses throughout the years. It took an indescribable amount of self-loathing, loneliness, financial insecurity, and general misery for me to realize I couldn't go on like this. I sold almost everything I owned and moved a thousand miles away to live with my parents and try to get my shit together (still a work in progress)