Life with (and without) Dad
In the 1970's, I was the happy-go-lucky daughter of a Miami undercover narcotics agent. By the time I was in high school, Dad was in prison for smuggling 12,000 pounds of marijuana. By then, I was already filling the void he had left in my life with a massive drug habit of my own. It was the perfect set up for the only connection to Dad that remained when he was paroled from prison---cocaine. After a few years of abusing coke with Dad, I lost everything and everyone I cared about and was forced to choose between my life and my father.
The problem was, I had no idea how I could walk away from him this time or if I would ever find my way back to him.