Back to drugs.

At this time, the doctors I was seeing decided to take me off pain medication. This was not what I wanted at this time. To make matters more interesting, I was able to close out a pension fund with my union, providing me with a fair amount of cash. What timing! Pain medication was no longer available from my doctors, but I had lots of money to look into other directions for relief. I started hanging out in my old haunts in North Beach in the city, looking for sex and drugs. I was successful in both quests. Sex was easy, enough money made that happen and it did not take long to find dealers with the quantities of cocaine I wanted. In a short time, I was a player again in the drug trade. For the first time in two years, I was enjoying myself again. I believed I owed myself a good time after all the pain and discomfort I had experienced in the previous two years. The time was now towards the end of 1988, a little less then two years from my accident.
I made an honest attempt to go back to school at DeAnza junior college for a while, but having lost my pain medication and the subsequent pain and discomfort I was feeling, really helped me back into a life I was very familiar with from my younger days. It seemed such an easy solution to all my perceived problems at the time.