There is a time to grow up and learn what is important in life. For yourself, for the world around you and for those you love. I had a falling out at twentyseven. I went to jail for a brief stay and had probation for a couple of years. This time was short but I had made a choice to change before the time began. I had the time over my head from learning a split second too late.

I am an addict named Brian. I hate the connection between my name and what I have struggled with. There is no way being an addict should ever come before my name. I am Brian, a person who struggles with addiction. . .
Nope. I hate it. I am Brian Reese, a person who has gotten sick as hell of being called an addict. I am 48 years old and I have never been arrested again. I have however had a group following of local law enforcement since I was thrown out of my home and had my ex-girlfriend take my 12 year old puggle, Sam away from me. I have had a chip on my shoulder with the entire world and everyone in it. I have tried to work and have earned less money than at any point in my lifetime. I have slept in my car in the winter and didn't have enough gasoline to heat myself. I have been taken to the hospital twice with hypothermia.

I have a new problem in my place in life. I have partially given up. I have had a family business go under. A regular job that added security to my life and gave me some middle class status go under sending me back to the drawing board. I have had an addiction lead to some great failures in love and relationships. I have seen blood...