Anonymous said:

I've been in your shoes my friend. My family popped an intervention on me, upon which I was given the options of either being flown to some distant rehab facility or arrested.

I opted for neither and split the scene so fast that heads were spinning. I ran to my car and sped off. Unfortunately, my logic was not great enough to stop me from returning to my residence 80 miles away, where several police cars proceeded to swarm me. Little did I know that my family had gone through my apartment with the police only days before, in my absence and without my knowledge, looking for anything incriminating.

The next major point in the story is me being arraigned and threatened with "25 years or $375,000". I really felt like my family had helped me by that point.

Long story short, I took a "conditional discharge" because the offense was my first and such a provision existed for me. Of course, I could have fought the whole thing, and in many ways wanted to. I choose the path of least resistance. It included a provision that I obtain mandatory drug rehab, which sucked balls. However, I would prefer that to jail. All you have to do is act reformed. Drug treatment centers are textbook rackets. The harder you fight it, the more it will suck. Learn to play ball, tell them what they want to hear ("I've realized the errors of my ways, now that I'm not on drugs, and it is my most profound drive never to return to that state.") You get the idea. I can tell you everything about this game. I can coach you through the whole thing. Let me know, and I'll send a PM.

In my case, I certainly wasn't crazy. I came out the closet about my psychedelic drug use at the time, as it had impacted me tremendously. I was chock full of idealism and wasn't afraid to let anyone know. And that was a huge mistake. Keep that shit quiet son.

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