The voice of a crack addict

I recently completed an interpersonal communication's class and one of my assignment was to visit this website called "This I Believe"(thisibelieve.org)

It is a non-profit organization that serves as an outlet for people (of any age) to freely express their core values, morals, and beliefs in life.  After reading a few essays, I found one written by a former cocaine "crack" addict that tugged at my heart strings and empowered me..all at the same time.
His name is Quique Aviles. Here is his story!

http://thisibelieve.org/essay/22871/

I Will Take My Voice Back 

Quique Aviles - Washington, District of Columbia

July 31, 2006

"I believe that addiction can kill me, but that writing and performing will save me.
I am a poet and an actor. I am also a crack addict and an alcoholic, and that’s how a lot of people see me: a pipe head, a drunk, a problem, an epidemic, a disaster area.

I came to Washington, D.C., from El Salvador in 1980 at the age of 15. When I told my mom I wanted to be an actor, she said, “You mean a clown.” But I make a living — although meager — through my poetry and performances.

In the early ’80s, crack came to D.C. I saw my city change and me with it. Crack is a killer. Crack turns a ladybug in your house into a hungry rat. Crack transports you into paranoid obsession. You don’t sleep. You don’t eat. Your high lasts 10 to 15 seconds so you need to keep pumping your brain with this poison over and over again.

Mine has been a life of duality. I can function on drug street corners and at wine-sipping theater receptions. In 1995 I was part of a show at the Kennedy Center, but I was sneaking beers into my dressing room before the show and getting high after. I often feel a sense of pride when I put my book and loose poems in my bag before going to do a reading. And yet, I am also this other person — this shadow, this vampire.

I’ve just turned 41 and have finally realized that crack will kill me if I keep on shoving it up my brain. The alternative is death and I don’t want it. I want to get old.
About a year ago, I completed my third rehab. I decided that I would use writing and performing as a catapult for rebound. I decided to stand on stage and share stories from my notebooks that have born witness to my nightmare.


1992 I want to keep playing with verbs
Write letters to old friends
And ask them to keep writing
I want to hold on to the lives of consonants and vowels In a world of zero tolerance, talking like this about my addiction — even saying it out loud on the radio — may mean artistic suicide. But by telling my story here and on stage, I will take my voice back. People will bear witness to my life. I believe that crack can kill me, but that in the end, that communication and direct human contact will save me" (Aviles, 2006).

Reflect:
Tell me what you think about it? How did it make you feel? Do you empathize with the author? why or why not? What does this say about addiction?

References: Aviles, Q. (2006, July 31). I Will Take My Voice Back « Quique Aviles | This I Believe. Retrieved from http://thisibelieve.org/essay/22871/