"I was 28. Working for one of the biggest brokerage houses on Wall Street making good money. The problem was I was addicted to crack cocaine. She was my Master and I Her servant. There were many times when I didn't want to get high, but at the fork in the road, I took the wrong turn. AGAIN!!

One night I found myself in an abandoned building in East NY, Brooklyn. I was no stranger to this place, but tonight was going to be different and I had no idea.

When I had previously gone there I would get $30 - $50 worth. That night I had $300. They said no problem, just come this way - I went. I walked into a small room with a card table, 2 chairs, 1 VERY SCARY man, a loaded gun, and a full crack pipe. He told me he thinks I'm a cop and if I didn't pick up the pipe and do the full hit, my brains would be on the wall, too.

I looked - there was blood on the wall. I did the hit. At first, it felt good. Then I realized that there was a loaded gun on the table and if I refused I would be dead. I got what I wanted and left.

It took 6 months of agony but I haven't and will never smoke crack again."