Monologue AssignmentBradley Nowell
...c’s father was a huge music buff. He could play anything and owned just about every instrument known to man. Or so we thought anyways. Haha. Eric inherited the talent from his father, and he also taught Bud how to play drums. Growing up with them, and going on tour with them were always the best times I ever had. It used to be, different town every night, different girl every night, drinking, drugging, having a sweet time. Now, I have responsibility… And it’s hard. You see, I had a heroine addiction. It was horrible. I hated myself for it, and hated doing it to myself. When I met Troy, my wife, I decided I needed to rid myself of it. I went into rehab for it. I knew what quitting heroine was like. My friend, and band member, Bud, was also addicted to heroine at one point. I remember sitting with him, crying and sweating with him. Holding him back when he tried to fight to get it… It was not easy. But anyways. I went to rehab, and got all cleaned up. Everything was good. Until new years rolled around… I don’t know why I did it. I guess, just to celebrate the coming of the new year, or to celebrate all that I had. I shot up. I did heroine. And once again, I became addicted to it. It wasn’t as bad. I’ve done it maybe twice since then, and it’s May 24th now. I need to quit. I’m going to quit. For them. For my loved ones. For my friends. I’ve always been the kind of guy who cares about others more then myself. If I can do this for them, it will prove that I’m stronger then the drug, and that I’m dedicated, and responsible. I’m going to quit. But, even as I say this I can feel my body craving it… I know I should quit. I know I have to quit, but it’s not going to be easy. I hate what I do. I hate what it does to me. I wish I could be free of it. But, right now, there’s no one here to help me through it, except Lou Dog. L...