For a good while it seemed that my father's addiction was at bay. He was working full time and we had a steady flow of rent and groceries. Then after two or three nights of him not returning home until two or three in the morning I new it had begun again. I came home one day to find an eviction notice and after a few phone calls we were moved in with a close friend and his mother. It was at this home that I first experienced the grip that methamphetamine had on my closet friend.
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