Wasted youth is not wasted if there was good reason to have experienced it. As I stand now in retrospect with the clarity of five clean years behind me, it seems I was doing research. For a decade's worth of mistakes, my only life-rope hanging over the opaque tar pit of self denial was the belief that if I could just make it out alive, I could escape addiction's grasp on my short and curlies by hibernating in safe obscurity and writing of all I'd been through.
I would simply replace the drug with something i love to do, something nobody could take away. I'd stay clean by chasing a dream. Having a goal to work toward. My naked gratitude would keep me writing. No methadone or medication. No doctors. No P.O.'s or urine samples. Just writing a bunch of stories nobody will probably ever read. But having that writing to focus on has kept me clean for over five years now.
Audience is secondary and not required for true success. My name is Thomas Frye, these are my words.
I have 2 stories in
one collection on the site.
My stories have been read 70 times
and 2 of my stories have been cherry picked