For every angry fight, I was actually terrified. For every screaming match, I just wanted to be told it’s ok. For every flying fist, a…
Kevin AlterJuly 30, 2018
Peace I remember when I was using heroin I would see people smiling and wonder how they could be happy. I'd see people enjoying their…
Kevin AlterJune 26, 2018
Fed up, frustrated and tired of dealing with ignorance I sat down and wrote this poem in about 45 seconds. It was just my version…
Kevin AlterMarch 10, 2018
You remember when we used to share a needle that was so dull It felt like a screwdriver going into a vein? You remember when…
Kevin AlterMarch 10, 2018
I Thought When I Was Using Drugs I Was Only Hurting Myself. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Around 2008 the most sought after bag…
Kevin AlterMarch 10, 2018
I sit and pause for a moment. My nose is running, my stomach is churning, and my bones are aching for a bundle. The question…
Kevin AlterMarch 8, 2018
When addicts run out of veins to hit in their arms, hands, legs, and feet the only thing left is usually the neck. I remember…
Kevin AlterMarch 7, 2018
This week we will be starting with my buddy Dave. Dave is a 35-year-old recovering addict, originally from New Jersey. David grew up in what…
Kevin AlterMarch 7, 2018
When The Doctor Held Me In The Air, My Mom Named Me “Kevin.” When my veins thirsted for the next bag of heroin, my mom…
Kevin AlterMarch 5, 2018