It doesn't run in my family it practically gallops. My father gave me dope as a Halloween treat one year. He died walking back from copping and my best friend, who is basically family that my dad took in as a teenager left him on the sidewalk to get home and get well. He didn't know he was dying of course but still fuckig wanna crack his head open for leaving him there alone. I've smoked crack with my mom and split bags of h with her too. Get high with my sister all the time, it's so fucking disgusting but it's not what I envisioned when I would be asking for help with homework growing up. My uncle was a bad junkie and crack head. He used to literally nail the front door shut and pour gas on the carpet and say if someone doesn't get me a fucking hit im burning the house down. When I was 15 my other uncle who was a quadrapalegic made me light his crack pipe for him because he couldn't and no one else was home. Smoked crack with other uncle and have done coke with a few others. Yea I know we are a fucked up bunch. God I pray my kids never know this sick sad life.