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The flight back to Guam made me sad as I reminisced about our wedding only a few months earlier. We thought we had a completely wonderful life ahead of us. Now we had both done things we should never have done, and I was left with a deep, sad and lonely feeling. I was so disappointed in myself, in my wife and in what I was becoming.

The heroin connection had come to my hotel room in Bangkok with the drugs and several little red balloons. He prepared them for me to ingest before going to the airport. I figured (and was told) that in a day or two after I was back at home in Guam, they would pass in the bathroom. I would take precautions before going to the bathroom to make sure I did not lose any of the balloons. I was nervous the whole time the balloons were inside me knowing that if one of them broke, it would cause a massive overdose and I would be dead in seconds.

After I was home, I felt it was time to go to the bathroom and take care of things. My wife was at work for a few more hours. Perfect, I thought. I had time to do what I had to. Then I could clean up the mess and separate the balloons of heroin before my wife got off work. I bunched them up together on the floor so I could count them and make sure they all were there. They were. Good, I thought. Suddenly, I heard a noise downstairs. I had not even closed the bathroom door and in walked my wife. She wasn’t expected to be home for hours! She looked at me angrily and said, “What in the hell are you doing?”

I was busted! I was looking up at her shocked that she came home early and saw me like this. I said, “What are you doing here?” She snapped, “I live here, remember?” I was sent home early today, because we are going to work late one night this week. What is that?” she asked in bewilderment pointing at the tightly wrapped little balloons. “That’s not…tell me that’s not heroin.” I had to say, “Ah, yes, it is, but don’t worry, I am going to get rid of it tonight.” She turned around and mumbled something like, “Oh my God, I can’t believe this. I’m not going down this road.”

I was so high on the drug that I did not feel the magnitude of what had just happened. I went about my business and took the drugs over to the guy’s house like I had promised. When you are this addicted, the drug always wins because it becomes the number one priority in your life over all else. Obviously at this point, my marriage was going under fast. I went about my business and she went about hers.