That year was agonizing. My soon-to-be-ex wife had kicked me out of the house for good. My nine-month-old son, Seamus, and two-year-old daughter, Kerry, went to Albany with their mom. I was not invited.
I do not believe drug policy reform should end with the legalization of marijuana. Yet, when asked to contribute a foreword to the new book Marijuana is Safer: So Why Are We Driving People to Drink, I eagerly accepted.
Having an entire department of Mental Health professionals pounding everyday to convince me that I was wrong and I was simply a hopeless addict actually hindered my recovery by years. It made the mountain so much harder to climb.