It was the safest spot I could think of, being homeless in New York City is not a safe thing, but sleeping on roof tops with a few other homeless punk rockers makes for good company under the stars.
I wanted to savior these moments but I knew the addiction that put me there was going to be the reason I had to leave. Hands down, the New York City skyline is the best ceiling I ever slept under. I am great full that heroin gave me the opportunity to experience the worldly feeling of sleeping on a rooftop in the heart of New York City.
It was a pretty awesome feeling and one of many good times that heroin would give me before I had to give her up. Now every moment without heroin is as good as that moment under the New York City skyline of stars.
Being clean from heroin for over 6 years feels really awesome. I suffered for many years and I can finally say that heroin and I have parted ways for good. I don't miss it, not one bit do I feel sorry for giving it up. Besides quitting cigarettes, it was the best thing I ever did for my body. Moving to Seattle saved me. Being out here not able to relapse, I had to work through many of the issues that led me to my addictions. It was painful work but the strategic move I made out west made the difference, so did my awesome counselor.
I still have work to do. But I imagine there will always be work to do. Life goes on and I am ready to move back east whenever the wind blows me in that direction. I could stay in Seattle, I like it here, but there seems to be no love here for me. I have been here for 4 years and I have not met anyone besides some insane herpes filled alcoholics and men that spend all of their time at bars drinking. That is no fun because I do not drink. I do not mind people drinking, as long as it is not their goal in life to get drunk. Smoking cigarettes does not bother me. I like the smell and the taste of it in someone's kiss and as long as I don't pick it up again, I am fine with my lovers smoking.
I pray to divine mother to take me back under her ceiling. I promise not to make the same silly, stupid mistakes. I promise to use water based lube and I promise to sexually express myself.
I pray to divine mother to take me back under her ceiling before mine falls in on me during the great seattle earthquake of the 21st century. (save my paintings...please)