We help people get rid of ketamine from their systems

When I was 4, I saw my Father’s 1996 Honda Civic and thought it would be funny to suck on the exhaust pipe. I had my mouth on there for a good 15 seconds before my mother came out and gave me a solid whack with her sandal. By that time, my lungs had already filled with exhaust and I was hooked. For the next 5 years whenever I saw that car runnin I would go out and suck on the exhaust pipe. All this changed when at the age of 9 I discovered military-grade Ketamine. I found it in my father’s closet, and after 1 shot I was instantly hooked. My Ketamine addiction was costly, as I had to begin stealing money from my poor mother in order to fuel it. Another two years passed and by then my father had left us due to my worsening addiction. One night, when I was 11, I got home to the sight of my mother hanging from the living room. From then on I was truly alone. I had to drop out of middle school in order to pay the bills and fuel my ketamine addiction, which is why I am so bad at spelling.