Introduction

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(The memoir of one man’s journey through addiction, adulthood, and annihilation)

This entire story is one hundred percent the gods honest truth and the devil’s twisted tongue, manifested into words. My name is Zack. Zachery to be precise. But you can call me Zack. All my friends do. Well… they would, if I had friends that is. I’ve been living alone and isolated from the “Real World” for the last six years. So my friends list contains a handful of digital dudes and dames. All of which call me Zack, sometimes TTZ. But I’m jumping ahead of myself now. Let me start from the beginning. My memory isn’t quite what it used to be after crystallizing much of my brain cells with Tina (Crystal meth for those who are not aware of the lingo).

    I haven’t always been a meth head. Before that, I was a sociologist. Went to college in the mountains of western North Carolina. Went to school while running one of the largest LGBTQ student organizations in Appalachia. Dated for two year a gorgeous and eccentric is in the good (and sometimes bad) ways, drag queen who pushed my barriers down to gender identity and inclusion. But as I stated, it was just two years, not eternity.

    This story starts with heartbreak. My young, naïve self, who on Christmas day officially ruined my good normal life and traded it in with what will eventually be the downfall of my life spiraling down a dead end ally way full of drugs and mental illness. I embrace who I am. I am more or less happy with the type of person that I have turned out to be. Through the abuse I dealt with growing up in my household from my addict and alcoholic father, who did eventually die from his addiction with a needle in his arm. Through the endless moving around from coast to coast, state to state, town to town, house to trailer, and any other place a kid growing up, shouldn’t be around. On this Christmas Day, in the year of 2016, I made the decision of end my relationship with the man I have just spent the last 2 years with making a home. I thought I found myself bored and missing my old gay o’ life in the Drag Limelight Spotlight. So I broke up my absolutely amazing relationship with the best man I ever met in my entire life… to pursue the unknown.

   

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