Over the course of 15 years, I have tried several times to "quit" drugs. I would stop using, get a job, find a decent place to live, and get on the straight and narrow for a few months. But what I didn't realize was that the addiction was still there, lurking in the background, waiting for the right set of circumstances to emerge from the shadows. Usually those circumstances were someone from my past reinserting themselves into my straight life. Whether it was a friend I met on the street or a formal girl, I found myself drawn to life. Work gone. Place disappeared. I would be back in the cycle I mentioned above. But something different happened the last time I lost sobriety, sure I lost my place again, and I was back on the streets, but I didn't gravitate back to the people I spent 15 years with. Instead, I kept to myself, went to the library to surf the Internet for my day job, slept in an abandoned apartment, and saved the little money I earned. After 6 months of this routine I had enough money to buy a nice apartment. And as they say…. the rest is history. People always ask me, once they heard my story... how did you stop? You didn't