Mar 11

Lost In A Downward Spiral

I was lost in a downward spiral.

Keeping track of what type of drug I was on and how much I was consuming was becoming increasingly difficult. Depending on what I was purchasing or selling, would be what I would take.


If other dealers wanted to trade types of drugs for what I had, I would do it. Mixing drugs had different effects. The combination of some drugs would make the experience more intense or a confusing shift in and out of each type. Sometimes you would only feel the effect of one of the drugs which wasted taking the other.


There were different ways to skim off the top of my supply before selling so I could consume without reducing my sales. The easiest way was with LSD.

It usually came on about a 3″ x 3″ square sheet of card stock type paper that was either sprayed or dipped into the LSD. This paper was perforated to tear off 100 little individual squares. Using gloves was necessary because your skin would absorb the LSD if you touched the paper with your bare hand.

I would take a pair of scissors and cut a sliver of paper off all four sides of the large square and then tear off all the outside pieces placing them into little 1″ x 1″ baggies. Then I would repeat the procedure until I got all the way down to the center of the square.

When finished, the customers never knew the difference and were not affected by the piece that was missing. However, there were enough clippings to equal about 25 hits per sheet. I would split them with whoever helped me or I would take them all.

Sometimes the effects would last for days. It was so bad that when walking around the Galleria Mall in Houston, parents would grab their children and move them to the other side when passing by me. Or random strangers would ask me, “Dude, what are you on?”

Anything Goes

There were dry times when either my supply was out or my suppliers were waiting on something to come in.

There was experimentation with non-traditional drugs just to see what would happen. Crushing up whatever was in Dee’s medicine cabinet and snorting it was one attempt.

No effect other than a massive burning sensation. I tried this with a number of different types of medication.


It was known that as messed up as some people got at Club Numbers, they would often drop some of what they bought and you could just pick it up off the floor.

One evening in an upstairs room that overlooked the dance floor, a friend and I were scouring the carpet for hits of LSD because I found a couple where we were sitting. Since LSD was on pieces of paper, I am sure some of what we picked up and ate was just trash on the floor.


On occasion, Jane and I would buy an aerosol or gas version of lighter fluid called Butane. We would basically inhale the gas.

This created a massive lightheaded buzz with a visual effect of the walls of the room slapping together in front of your eyes in a pulsating manner until the gas wore off. This lasted only about 30 seconds.

Most of the time this was done in the trailer but there were times we would do this while driving to Houston.

After taking a hit we would rush in the center lane between two semi-trucks and watch them slap together as we passed through.

Black out

In Houston, at my friend’s apartment across the street, we were all hanging out in the living room. We were doing coke and ecstasy. At some point, I blacked out.

The next morning I woke up with soreness on my shoulder and it kind of burned. I went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror to see what was wrong.

The reflection revealed that someone had used one of the coke razors, to carve an upside down cross on my back.


Every once in a while someone would have a drug that was prescribed to them or that they had stolen from a parent. One in particular was Xanax.

I do not know what effect it had on someone that needed it. Probably just makes them feel like everyone else. When I took it, it made me feel like gelatin on the carpet slowly dissolving into nonexistence.




  • Just…wow. I ache for those so lost in this world; I rejoice that you were pulled from it!

    • David Mike

      Me too! I hope that through this blog and future book, someone will see that there is light at the end of the tunnel and there is a way out.

  • Judith Heaney-mcKee

    Even though I know you survived all of this, your downward spiral stories create a strong sense of anxiety for where you were and what you were experiencing. And I echo what jenmurray said: how I ache for those who are still lost in the downward spiral and how thankful to know that you are no longer there! May God use this story mightily in the lives of those who need to hear it.

    • David Mike

      I appreciate you taking so much interest in my story. I want my story to be used by God!

  • My chest grew tight the more of this I read. My heart breaks for the guy you are writing about. Then I remember he doesn’t exist anymore! It’s difficult to think about all those currently living in this way though. Once again thank you for sharing your story!

    • David Mike

      He does not exist anymore is so true. I look back in disbelief sometimes. It is very surreal. Thanks for keeping up and commenting.

  • Rob Beaudreault

    There is a weight to Truth and this story is heavy with it. Thank you for your words, your journey, and the gift you’ve been given to share it as a flare for others.

    • David Mike

      I love this statement! Thank you for reading and your comment. A flare for others!

  • Daniel Mike

    David! Get us out of here quick! Can’t wait for the next post.

    • David Mike

      Tuesday! One more post before the capture though.

  • Dez

    Wow! I knew some of your story from school but not to this extent. It’s very interesting yet sad but very inspiring considering where you are at in life now. Do you ever wonder what became of those friends mentioned in this story? Or do u know?

    • David Mike

      I have no contact with anyone. It’s probably best. Thank you for reading. I really appreciate it.

  • C.L. Conant

    I am speechless. This is a world that I do not know nor hope I ever have to deal with. But I can say that I am a better person just hearing your story. Thank you so much for opening up and sharing.

    • David Mike

      Thank you for your kind words, I appreciate you taking the time to read. I hope you continue to follow along.

  • Christiana

    Wow. Have to stop reading since we are having an allergy problem at my house. Thank you.

    • David Mike

      Thank you for making it this far. You can always pick back up at your own pace.

  • Holly Moats

    I take Xanax for anxiety and I’m very cautious of my usage. It just takes away the worry and makes your brain go from 100 miles an hour to a steady pace. I just started reading all your posts…amazing story.

    • David Mike

      Thank you so much for reading my story. I appreciate you taking the time to comment.

  • I can’t imagine there are a lot of people that made it this far into the rabbit hole and came back out like you did. When this book comes out I hope that it finds its way to a lot of the centers where good people are trying their best to find their way back to a normal life.

    • David Mike

      This is the reason for the whole thing, You hit the nail right on the head.

  • I am thankful to know the man in the story isn’t suffering this life anymore!

    • David Mike

      The guilt still lingers but I know where my identity comes from now. My past does not define me anymore. Thank God for his grace and forgiveness.

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