I never missed a shot of heroin, I always hit. I just had the type of veins that made it easy. It’s always the first thing addicts will say to me too, “Wow you must never miss,” or “Man, I wish I had your veins.” The truth is I did miss. I missed all the time. I missed my mom’s birthday for ten years. I missed family dinners. I missed my opportunity for a college education. I missed my twenties. I missed my home, my friends, my family, my future, and my present. I missed myself. The truth is even when you hit, you’re always missing. Heroin is such a lie. Since I got clean I haven’t missed. You can’t miss if you don’t ever shoot.