From My Book

I thought that maybe for a change,, I am going to share a small potion of my book with you, my reader.... I hope you like what you read and please feel free to leave comments... My autobiography should be complete by the end of this year....I hope that you will reserve a personal copy for yourselves....ENJOY!!!!
It’s Monday morning and I'm listening to Air Supply on my new MP3 player. It’s actually very soothing, for I haven't heard them for many years, except now and then over the years on the radio. It really does bring back a lot of memories, both good and bad.
I just started another addiction program at the Salvation Army Center Of Hope in Calgary, Alberta and I'm only meters away from where I used to use quite frequently so so many times. You see, Crack Cocaine was my so called drug of choice. I've actually always hated the term drug of choice, because I honestly had a choice and it was always the wrong choice doing crack. I have actually now been clean from Crack for just over three months, and although it’s a great accomplishment, I still feel I have a long, long way to go.
My story is going to take you on a journey of my life growing up from childhood to adulthood, to the position I am currently in, and I must warn you that there will be a lot of very graphic situations and details surrounding my life. I do hope that all that read this book will find at least one useful piece of detail from this book and apply it or not to your own life. So before I begin, maybe I should introduce myself!
Hi, my name is Tim Barber and I am an addict. This is my real name, and I will not be giving you true names of other people that will be mentioned throughout this book, but all facts will be true and I absolutely will not embellish any part of this book as I feel the garbage that I put up through life is enough in itself to make someone puke. Well, maybe that’s getting a little carried away, but this you will have to decide for yourself. Now if you’re already thinking about putting this book down,,, DONT, just don't you fucking dare!! I have a lot of good stuff coming up. Sorry, but I think my story is worth telling and I truly believe that you will ultimately get something out of it.
I grew up in Toronto, actually Rexdale to be more precise. Then again, I moved around so much as a child, you could sort of say I grew up for the most part in Southern Ontario. You see, my Mother had five children by the time I was six or seven. Sorry, but sometimes dates are going to a little foggy at times, and you'll understand why as my story progresses. I was the oldest of would later be five other brothers and sisters. Their names from oldest to youngest were Robyn, Dougie, Garry, Jamie and Holly.
I thought I would mention quickly that there may be times throughout my story that I will talk about things that are going on at the present time. I wont know exactly when this will happen, as every day is different, however, I do have something to say about my day right now.
I just told my story of my life to about twenty other addicts in class today, and I am shaking all over, not to mention that Air Supply is bringing back a flood of memories and sadness. I should turn off this fucking crap, but I can’t because this hurt feels so good! Is that weird or what? I just want my old fucking life back, and in order to do that, I needed to start all over. God, how I miss my children. Yes, I am a father. I have a boy and a girl. Their names are Tyler and Destiny. To this point all names have been real. I haven't seen them or heard from them in about two and a half years to three years. They are forever in my mind though, and I am just finally making steps to get them back in my life. This however may take some time, and I look forward to the time I will be able to see them and love them once again.

Tim Barber,
HOPE for the HOMELESS