What Is The Recipe It wasn’t that my parents loved me any less. It wasn’t that they didn’t do their best. I believe if there…
Kevin AlterDecember 14, 2018
Another day clean and sober. Another day where I didn’t put a needle in my arm. Another day not craving drugs. Another day where I…
Kevin AlterNovember 28, 2018
It’s a day just like any other. Large snowflakes rock side to side as they make their way slowly down and land on the tips…
Kevin AlterJuly 30, 2018
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…
Kevin AlterJuly 30, 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