I would normally never tell this story but im going to for the second time ever.
I have to start the story off by telling you that my dad is a good person he sometimes makes bad decisions but he has taught me almost everything I know in life and despite everything I have nothing but respect for him.
This is the story of the time my dads drug addiction almost got me killed.
I was 14 and still am at the time of writing this. My mom and sent my dad to the store to buy some household item. I cant remember what it was but it was something that wasn't even that important. Well the thing is my dad is a recovering drug addict (mainly Oxycontin) and he had started using drugs at a very young age. This is mainly because my uncle roy was essentially a drug lord who had on multiple occasions paid bails and bribes upwards of half a million in order to stay out of prison. The first time my dad tried cocaine he was 8 years old. It just so happens that my deads friend and drug dealer who they affectionately call "moon dog" had just gotten out of jail and lived on the way to the store. He called my dad and after years of being mostly clean my father relapsed hard. I dont know how many pills he took but it must have been alot becuase he has built up a huge resistance to Oxycontin after using it since he was 16 or around that age he was now 49 and had stoped using in large amounts several years ago. He had a prescription to take one a day or something. He was driving back home as he and I had completely forgot about the store at this point. Then the drugs kicked in hard. He passed out with his foot on the gas driving down a highway full of cars. I Had driven a car maybe four times in all my life (I have driven a little bit since then) and was now steering one from the passenger seat going 90 down the wrong lane of traffic. This went on for what a rational thinking me would say was forty seconds or so but it felt like hours. I manged to wake him back up and pull into a gas station. He slept in the car for what actually was hours. I would have called someone but the only phone in the car was my dads and i didnt know the pass-lock. I could have called the police but from my experience first hand fostercare is not a good time. Eventually he woke up got a drink from the gas station and drove us home. this was 4 hours after he had passed out.
I found out days later that the reason the drugs hit my dad so hard that day is because he was suffering from scarlet fever at the time so his body was weaker than normal. I Dont Imagine he knew the events would happen as told or he probably would not have done it