The Day I Went Missing
It all started on a Monday. I was supposed to be going to work. I was trying to get an ID to go to work at Costco, in the tire shop. Long story short, I couldn’t because I had fines that I couldn’t pay.
I never made it to work… and it was Mardi Gras, so I was downtown. My friend from Detroit and I went to meet a guy with MDMA. I ended up pawning my phone so that I could buy more drugs. And we ended up going with him to Bay St. Louis, Mississippi after hanging out at the parades in New Orleans all day. With my last paycheck, we loaded up on MDMA and Heroin.
This went on through the weekend, gambling and shooting up meth and heroin. After all this, I finally found my way back to New Orleans. I went straight back to the parade route when I came across a co-worker. He asked me why I wasn’t at work and I explained the ID problem. Then he hit me with some shocking news.
“By the way, you know you are missing, right?”
He showed me the missing person poster on his phone because at first, I didn’t believe him. I went back and posted the money to get my phone out of the pawn shop. That’s when I called my mom. I was mad about it at first. But I calmed down when my mom hit me with this one line.
“I thought you were dead under a bridge somewhere.”
My sister came and picked me up and brought me home. Not even 20 minutes later my cousin showed up to get me in to treatment.
I went, but my last request was that my mom bake me cookies—a consolation prize for the fact that I was going to rehab. It was worth it.
At the end of the day, I am sober now and doing well which is honestly the best case scenario for a person when they go missing on a drug binge.