I Romanced the Stone (Memoirs of a Recovering Hippie)
The true story of a crack-head who made it through to recovery and cure. It will shock, rivet, and inspire you.
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When you think of a crack-head, what kind of picture comes to mind? A stupid teenager, with little, or no education? A prostitute? A smack-talking, ghetto-born African-American? Or, maybe, a misfit Caucasion dropout, from a broken home, with an alcoholic, abusive, absentee father? Crack-heads are street-walking, panhandling, hustling, poorly dressed, teeth missing, gaunt, thin, useless, and dangerous looking kinds of people, that you’d never invite over to dinner, right? Well, guess again, because the author of these memoirs is an educated, articulate and thoughtful, formerly successful family and businessman, a grandfather, who owns expensive suits, always knows how to appear well groomed, and knows which fork is used when, at the gourmet banquets of the upper middle class. “I Romanced the Stone” observes, exposes, and discusses fundamental addictive behaviors in our society, and weaves these general themes throughout the authors own personal journey. The reader comes to understand that drug addiction is not some exclusive disease of the poor, or the uneducated, or the social castaways of our world; it is an insatiable and insidious ghost, shadowing anyone, of any walk of life, from any economic or social environment. It can appear as a false god, “the good life”, and then devour you as “the grim reaper” is revealed bewilderingly to you, as your new slave master. The book tells how the author was rehabilitated, cured, and had his life and soul spared, through love and help from family, and most significantly, through a powerful spiritual experience. The publication and mass distribution of this story is an important part of a “giving back” process the author feels compelled undertake. It is an inspiring, yet fearsomely awesome story, sending a message of hope, and advisement, to those many thousands who have friends, or loved ones, or who are themselves, still self-medicating their pained, tortured souls, with mind-numbing substances, in a pathetic and futile effort to find some measure of joy and happiness in their lives.