The first time

I wonder if everyone remembers their first time getting high like I do. I remember the second it hit me and then wanting to smoke a cigarette really bad. I sat on my couch and watched TV all night popping vicodin and smoking cigarettes. I loved it. I was hooked. I was in my own little world and I was unstoppable. I mean only $3 for a pill and all I had to do at 15 was asking mom mom or dad for 15 bucks and that was a pack of ciggs and a couple of my pills. Months went by like this and then one day a friend of mine showed me this tiny tiny little pill compared to a vicodin. She gave it to me for free of course and told me not to take the whole think because it was like taking 8 vicodin. I really didn't believe her since the pill was so tiny but i cut it in half and swallowed the other half. I couldn't believe it. From that day on I never touched another vicodin. What she had given me was an oxycontin. That's how most opiate journeys begin. I was buying one every 3 days and then soon enough every 2 days. I couldn't see how fast I was falling My family knew something was wrong but they had no idea what. Now I was going to school preferably on a pill than without one. This was only high school and the and of my innocence.