While searching for old stuff, I came across this on the Editorial page from 2007. I hope the writer is doing well today:

Goodbye, cocaine -- you weren't worth it

Dear cocaine: I am writing this letter to admit to myself that by knowing you I have nearly ruined my life.

When we started our relationship near 25 years ago, you were fun to be with, you always picked me up when I was down and using you never failed to chase away my worries.

Although you were an expensive date, up to a thousand dollars a day, I always enjoyed your company. You made me feel good, at least for a while.

Only I am responsible for my choice to use you; now I must pay further for that choice. You took away my business, my job, my health, my family and my self-respect.

I chased you, I needed you, I begged and I stole for you, I nearly died for you, and now I am in prison because of my love for you.

I have applied to several treatment programs. They tell me that if I work hard, I can break away from you.

There are no words to express how much I hate you, in spite of how much I love you; I despise you, I hope and pray to finally be rid of you. Goodbye, cocaine.

Michael Spiker
Inmate, Oahu Community Correctional Center