How My Little Crazy Family Started (Part One)

Hey my name is Janelle Garland, I’m twenty-six, a mother to be, and I’m also a heroin addict in recovery from Boston. This story starts September 14. My life was all crazy and I was trying to get clean off heroin and staying at a friend’s house. I’m getting out of the shower and walking through the hallway when I hear this voice that I didn’t know. Me, being the nosy person I am, I had to see who it was. I walked in to see this unbelievably beautiful guy sitting at the table talking to my friend. My head spun, I couldn’t breath, and I got this feeling crazy feeling in my stomach. I have never seen something so beautiful in my life. I have never been snapped back with such an overwhelming feeling.

I said hi, who are you, and my friend said this is my brother Steve; he just got home from jail. So all those feelings went boom. I didn’t need to be set up with another disaster of a man who has nothing to offer me. I just walked away and started getting ready to leave this mess of a house. I was trying to stay clean in a crack house. No, I didn’t know it was a crack house when I moved in. I was going home for the day and I didn’t want to go alone, but didn’t have anyone to come with me. So I was like, fuck it, let me see what he is doing. He wasn’t doing anything so I asked, do you want to come on a little mission with me, he said, yup. So off we went to the train station. He was so funny; we had so much in common and looked at a lot of things the same way. All we did was laugh and laugh, talk and talk. So I find myself talking and talking, and completely opening up to this person I don’t even know.

We get home to my house and ended up kissing, taking a shower together, and of course what goes with that. Now I’m in complete shock, because I honestly have never, ever done such a thing. I was raised in a nice Catholic Italian family and I don’t even know this guy. Yeah, I might be a junkie but one thing I could always say about myself is that I’m not a pig.