Post 5 – The Collapse By mid 2011, the walls were closing in. Friends were dying. Others were getting locked up. Everyone hoped for the former, because prison looked like a life sentence of misery. The cops were squeezing tighter. So I did what I called retiring. Rehab. I left town, tried to put the mask away, and attempted a real life. For almost a year it looked like maybe I could pull it off. But addiction does not care about good intentions. I relapsed. In desperation, I tried to break into a pharmacy. That was the day everything shifted. I was charged with my first felony. Four to six years. I thought I could do my time, get out, and start over. But the cycle was already in motion. While I was on parole, I made another mistake. Forgery. I cashed one of my dad’s checks. It was not just another charge. It was betrayal. Family. That decision added another two to four years. Eight years total. Eight years of watching my life get rewritten by choices I thought I could control. I used to think the drugs were the prison. Then I learned there was another one waiting, built out of bars, concrete, and lost years. And what happened inside those walls… that is a story of its own. If you missed the first post in this series, scroll back and start there. This is CooperSpoon | Dirt Over Diamonds It is not a comeback story. It is the truth, one post at a time

We ate tired

Post 4 – When Winning Was Losing After I dropped out of high school, I got my GED. I scored high enough on the GED and ACT that a D2 school still honored my scholarship, just on hold for the first year. If I proved I could keep my grades up, I would earn it back. But I did not even last two months in college. I walked away. That is when the mask shifted again. I was not a student anymore. I was not an athlete. I was a full-time dealer. And at first, it looked like I had made it. Cash stacked up. Cars. Parties. People respected me, or at least, they respected the product I carried. Cocaine was my main hustle, but I kept everything in rotation. Pills. Weed. Oxy. Even heroin. A one-stop shop. From the outside, it looked like I was winning. I had what I thought I wanted: money, attention, control. But underneath, the decay was setting in. Heroin was not in the background anymore. It was daily. Meth slipped in too. What started as managing the high turned into managing withdrawals. And no amount of money covered the rot eating through me. That life lasted three years. Three years of looking untouchable. Three years of telling myself I was on top. But every empire built on sand eventually crumbles. If you missed the first post in this series, scroll back and start there. This is CooperSpoon | Dirt Over Diamonds It is not a comeback story. It is the truth, one post at a time.

That’s how I clean out the inside of my truck

Everyone is a spook!!! Let’s all hate each other!!

In today’s climate I would also assume you are also a fed, lobbyist, and whatever other BS we come up with next. I take it back. You’re busy As Fuck.

Bro. You have too much free time. 🤯

Primal (Nostr) is going to take over the internet. #nostr #primal #damus #nostur