It all started when I was 18 and my brother Mark was 21. Our mom was never around, and Mark was the only family I had. We grew up together and were very close. But as we got older, Mark started to change. He started hanging out with a new group of friends and doing drugs. At first, I was scared and didn’t want anything to do with it. But as time went, I started to feel left out and wanted to fit in with them.
Mark’s friends were always around, and they had a way of making me feel welcome. They were all so cool and confident, and I wanted to be like them. So, one day, Mark finally caved and let me hang out with them. I remember feeling nervous but also excited to find out what all the excitement was about.
We started smoking weed together, and it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I loved the way it made me feel, and I wanted more. But soon enough, they convinced me to try cocaine. I was hesitant at first, but I gave in to the temptation and tried it.