the story of an addict

As a baby I was abandoned by my mother at the steps of St. Augustine's monastry in Tailpoke, Idaho. Seeing a crying baby on the cold steps, Brother Hectar Francis took me into his care. Cared for by a devout group of monks, I quickly fell into the religious life. My days were full with work and meditation, and I was living in bliss. However, one day after being caught vigorously meditating with Brother Hectar we were both kicked out of the monastry. To ensure that Brother Hectar couldn't pray upon me, I was sent to Ithaca, New York where a kindly farmer and his wife took care of me. As a strapping lad of fifteen years I was of uncountable value to the farmer. I'd wake at dawn, and work around the farm from sunrise to sunset. I continued at night to meditate as Brother Hectar had taught me. I worked for three years on the farm. Every day working my now rippling muscles on the fields, and meditation at night. On my seventeenth birthday the farmer's nubile teenage daughter found me meditating in the barn where I lived. From then on she would always meditate with me, and she proved to be an even better meditation partner than Brother Hectar. Much more flexible. One day the farmer walked in on my meditation session, and drove me off the farm with a shotgun. I awoke several days later in a hospital bed. I had lost a lot of blood from the bullet wounds, but the doctors had managed to save me. I was too weak to meditate, so I spent the days thinking. Why was I being persecuted for my religion? I had been thrown out of my home twice now for my nightly meditation, and could never see the only person I'd ever thought of as family, Brother Hectar. I soon developed terrible depression, but I kept it to myself. I'd smile at the doctors and nurses as they helped me to regain my strength. I had even started meditating again with Emily Powers, the nurse who usually took care of me. Once I had fully regained my strength I had to leave the hospital, and Emily decided to let me move in with her. I was holier than ever before, meditating up to five times a day with Emily. However, as she moved up in the ranks at the hospital she was around less and less. I started to meditate with her neighbor Aaron while she was gone, and he certainly showed a lot of strength in his meditation. Often able to force me to meditate when I wasn't even in the mood. However, one day Emily came home early and found Aaron and I in the meditation position together, and threw me out of her apartment. I was alone again in the world. I walked south hoping I could get back to Idaho to find Brother Hectar, but I ended up in the big city: New York. Alone on the streets I was often thrown into jail for meditating by myself. New York was a rough city, and I was often persecuted for my religion. It was then that I found my second greatest love after religion: crack. I soon became addicted, and I would smoke crack every morning. To pay for my addiction I would meditate with strange men. I had become a priest in my own way. I would meditate with men and women, and they would give me offerings. Sometimes only a couple dollars, but sometimes hundreds. Ralph, my latest meditation partner, has taken me in. I live with him in his fifth avenue apartment. He provides me with all the crack I need, and meditates with me whenever he can. I don't go outside anymore, because the doors are all locked, however I've had my taste of freedom and it's vastly overrated. At least I'm left alone with my religion now. With my religion, my crack, and my master Ralph.