Bøker av Susan Segovia-Munoz

A withdrawn teenage girl audaciously dives into the subterranean world of drug addiction, darkness and deceit. While wholeheartedly attempting to escape the vicious merry-go-round of repetition, and haphazardly trying to slip out of the miscreant subculture, she stumbles upon one obstacle after the other.

Star light - Star bright - First star I see tonight - I wish I may - I wish I might. Well, you know how the saying goes, and it was going to take a lot more than a wish upon a star to change my life.Was I destined to live the rest of my life as a hopeless junkie? Every night before I went to sleep - that is if I had a place to sleep - I prayed that I wouldn't wake up - that I would die. I wondered why I had survived so long in the first place. I never thought that I would make it through my twenties, and at this point I was almost forty. How much more can I endure? And do I really want to live through another day of defeat? I've been a hardcore junkie for many years and I know I'll never stop using heroin or any other street drug. I love to get high - point blank. I will probably overdose again and my body will be found in the gutter somewhere in Downtown Los Angeles.

After decades of heroin addiction and crime, Susan finally wakes up as reality strikes her hard in the gut. She is chained to her deathbed with correctional officers by her side. The doctor has told her that there is nothing more they can do for her and she will most likely die within a few days.

HEROIN ADDICTION, THE LIFESTYLE, THE RECOVERY Book Three of a six book memoir series. Roses are red, violets are blue. If you shoot too much heroin, You'll soon be blue too... Please God, don't let me die in prison. My limp, blue body was dragged across the cold linoleum hallway from another inmate's cell over to my own. I was out of bounds and had just been injected with some of the heroin that was smuggled in through the visiting room. I was sitting on the toilet in Lisa's cell. She was having trouble finding a vein, so she went to my neck. I woke up on the floor in my cell with Santos pounding on my chest. I should be dead. I just got out of the hole after doing a nine month SHU term for conspiracy to transport heroin into the Central California Women's Facility. I was sentenced to a couple more years, yet I was still the same hard-headed junkie I was when entered. Will I ever change or will I die a junkie?

I am a heroin addict and I will do anything - and I mean absolutely anything and any crime - to get my next fix. Nothing else matters to me at this point. I would rather die than be dope sick in jail again. Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me and why I don't care about myself, but that thought never lasts long. I am a junkie - a street junkie and I would rather risk my life and put myself in extreme danger than stop using heroin.

What is wrong with me? I keep making the same mistakes over and over again. I just want someone to love me. I am lonely and depressed. I don't think I can live without heroin, the only thing that gives me comfort.