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?