Cocaine Addiction | The Walk of Shame [1993]

• The year 1982.
• I was 22 years old.
• New to San Francisco.
• Young & Beautiful. 
• Virginal in more ways than one. 
• And I was desperately seeking friendships.

San Francisco's Night Life was booming! Yet after 84 nights of alcohol, cocaine & ecstasy, things began to change.

As a drug addict, borderline alcoholic and delusional twink, I experienced the walk of shame. 

And then, I chose the path of sobriety & recovery.

 

27 JAN 2022 - CORRECTIONS:

• The Year was not 1982. The Year was 1994.
• The age is not 22. The age is 32.

 

 

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Episode Transcript

(00:02):
The year was 1992.
I was 22 years old,
New to San Francisco,
Young and Beautiful,
Virginal in more ways than one,
and I was desperately seeking friendships.

(00:25):
San Francisco's nightlife was booming,
yet racism and homophobia existed in the eyes of every doorman.
African American gay males were discriminated against.
The effect.
I developed a low self esteem.

(00:46):
So to contradict my low self esteem,
I invented a more appealing social image of myself.
I claimed to have extensive knowledge of culture.
I strived for Emily Post standards.
I wore the most eccentric clothing,

(01:09):
and I would have done anything to be adored.
Within the confinements of the bars and discotheques.
I've found new friends,
which I had yearned for.
I found the ability to forget my problems,

(01:31):
and I found I felt good without a drink.
Well,
after six months,
approximately 84 nights on the town,
things began to change.
I noticed my newfound friends were unhealthy.

(01:55):
They only called me to drink,
snort cocaine,
take ecstasy.
[crying sound clip]
And although I noticed this behavior,
things remained the same,
Months later, I was invited to a warehouse party.

(02:16):
Although the entrance was free,
I had no money for drinks.
Therefore,
under my trench coat,
I smuggled in a half a gallon of vodka.
As I mingled through the crowd,
someone asked,

(02:36):
Would you like some ecstasy?
My response.
Would you like some vodka?
And a deal was made.
Two hours later, while singing slave to the rhythm,
Twice in the bathroom, I engaged in sexual acts.
Soon following,

(02:57):
I proceeded to sniff several lines of cocaine.
Apparently I blacked out,
and as I slowly peeled my eyes open,
I noticed my pants were down to my ankles.
My genitals were fully exposed.

(03:20):
My shirt,
jacket,
house keys and wallet.
We're all missing, gone
And my newly acquired friends were nonexistent.
Then came the Walk of Shame. Shirtless.

(03:46):
As I walked 4.1 miles home. I remember the words of my mother:
Birds of a Feather,
Flock together,
At which point, I realized this is not who I am supposed to be.