I've stopped taking drugs and drinking alcohol, and I feel better. Anyone else?

I was 13 when I smoked weed for the first time. Lloyd Christmas came to my door, he was a few years older and was my Caldor groupie friend. He introduced me to weed. I didn't even like it, I just did it because I thought it was cool. <br><br>A few years later came booze. Then cigarettes. I tried heroin once. <br><br>I'm 34, 5'10 and 130 lbs, shaved head, living in the suburbs. Fiancée, 2 kids, dog and 3 ducks. A small backyard that I smoking and drank in when I still did it. I used to drink (and smoke) the whole bottle every night and wake up in the morning and stumble out of bed and take my 3 kids to school. I usually eat at the diners and gas stations and always left either with a pack of cigarettes or lottery tickets. Lloyd Christmas was always there to corral the kids into the backseat or carry my limp body to the car. I'm pretty sure I got divorced because of my drinking and drug use. Lloyd Christmas was there. He was always there.<br><br>Then one day my 4 year old daughter told me that I smelled like a bar. I told myself I was quitting for good that day. My son, who I haven't seen in years, realized I wasn't a good guy and I'll never see him again. My daughter loves me very much, but I think she doesn't like me very much. She will grow up to be stunningly beautiful and will leave me. Lloyd Christmas will always be there to see me crash to the ground.<br><br>I realized my drug and drinking problem was actually Lloyd Christmas. He was the malevolent spirit that was driving me into the ground. He was the one that made me drink and smoke. He was the one who made me do everything bad in my life. <br><br>I started doing better. I sold my house, started my small landscaping business, met a great woman and had another kid. I dumped my truck, my furniture and my friends. Lloyd Christmas was still around. He worked at the gas station I bought my lottery tickets from. I would buy scratch offs every day. He was at the diner I would eat at every day. I bought cartons of cigarettes at the liquor store he was at. I stopped smoking and drinking and didn't see him that much. I cut my Lloyd Christmas interactions down to scratch offs. I finally quit buying scratch offs. I got a third kid and Lloyd Christmas was a few blocks away, cleaning out the storm drains with the people he had turned into dust. I wanted to take my kids to the park but I didn't want to see Lloyd Christmas. <br><br>I thought I was low, smoking and drinking in my backyard while my kids were inside. But Lloyd Christmas was everywhere. He was destroying everything he touched. I used to feel bad for him because I always thought either he did it to himself or the system fucked him, but now I see the evil in him. <br><br>I take my kids to the park now, but I don't want them to see Lloyd Christmas. I used to feel bad for him. He was like a bad puppy. You couldn't help but laugh whenever he did something stupid. I was sad to hear he got so fat he couldn't walk anymore. I was sad when I saw he had been locked up. I was sad when I saw he was on meth now. I was sad when I heard he lost his teeth and hair. I was sad when I heard he was trolling around for gay sex. I was sad when I heard he went to rehab. I was sad when I heard he owned a bar. I was sad when I saw him at the turnpike rest stop, selling drinks. I was sad when I saw him on the side of the road, pushing a cart of trash bags. But now I see him for what he really is. I run as fast as I can away from him and his evil spirit as hard as I can.