My name is irrelevant and I have become a statistic. I am a recovering meth addict that had the American Dream locked up and threw it all away. I was an honor student in high school, went to a very good university, and had a dream job in my major. I was an up and coming leader in a Fortune 500 company and I fucked up and lost EVERYTHING. I still have trouble processing it all, but I am dealing with it. If you have royally fucked up your life, are close to someone who is, or are just a normie looking for something different to read, then by all means this blog is for you. I created this site to share my story and give some insight and perspective into the addict-side of meth addiction. I also view it as somewhat of a life preserving activity to cling onto as I tread in the ocean of recovery. I am branching out and seeking new hobbies in an effort to find healthy and sustainable outlets for my energy.

I’ll post insight into what led to my meth addiction and what was going through my mind as much as I can. I’ll also share insight into how what started as low level identity theft grew into fraud well beyond a level any of us ever though that we could. I’ll share stories on the people I met and “friends” I made. At one point in my downfall I joined up with a couple of very smart and capable people that were also caught up in the game. We took our combined knowledge and pooled it together to form an elaborate and very effective fraud ring. We took a couple of commonly used fraud strategies and applied them to what I felt were extreme levels. We chartered private jets to Las Vegas, bought diamonds and Rolexes, rented luxury vehicles, and also opened lines of credit at department stores of all kinds. We formed fictitious companies complete with websites and rented luxury condos and apartments across Houston. All being said, we ran up several hundreds of thousands of dollars of fraudulent purchases. In the end, we all got busted. I happen to shatter my leg jumping off a bridge fleeing an AirBnB scam gone wrong. I was arrested and ended up doing six months in Harris County Jail (Houston.) I got out January 25th 2018. I am writing this in April of 2019.

Before I succumbed full-fledged into my addiction, I had what many would call an almost perfect life. I fucking HAD it. I had a career paying me over $150,000 a year and my job was very very easy for me to do. I had a beautiful wife, daughter, awesome dog, two paid off new vehicles, and a dream home in a fancy part of town. We had an amazing circle of friends and cooked out at each other’s houses every weekend. I played in a bar volleyball league and we won the league championship multiple seasons in a row. I was on top of the world and felt invincible.

Today… I’m a poor, crippled, underemployed, felon that lives with his parents. I’m in my mid-thirties and have been living with my parents since getting out of jail a little over a year ago. Without their love and support I can say with absolute certainty that I would either be dead or in jail right now at this very fucking moment. Instead, at this particular moment I’m laying down on the sofa, writing this blog entry while the West Wing plays on Netflix in the background. It’s a lazy Sunday and my day off from work. I have many regrets, but I am grateful to not be caught up in the crazy tweaker world anymore or sitting in Harris County Jail. I need to repeat that to myself multiple times a day. I NEED TO REPEAT THAT TO MYSELF MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY. I am very lucky to be here. I have no one to blame but myself for being in this position. I made all the choices that got me here. Presently, I am close to the point where I will be moving out of my parents house and into an apartment of my own. Living independent again. I’m scared of fucking this up and so am hoping that blogging will be a positive and healthy activity for me to channel my energy towards. I will post specific stories from my past that include details on how we started the fraud ring, how a friend of mine died right in front of me, and how I am doing everything I know how to do to not go back to that life again. This is a blog that will document my second chance at life. I’d like to share it with anyone willing to follow along. That being said I have never written a blog before, so cut me some slack and if you like what you read, please subscribe to help keep a brother motivated.