âI was a police officer in Baltimore for 21 years. I was addicted to heroin the entire time I was on the force. A lot of the guys had their addictions. I donât think people understand the fear involved in the job. We were scared all the time. Baltimore was the murder capital of the world. It was tremendously stressful. I never used needles. Just powder. I was too scared of needles. My partner knew about it. One time he walked in the bathroom while I was using. He told me: âThe moment I feel like youâre putting my life in danger, Iâm turning you in.â I did feel guilty when I was arresting drug offenders. But I always told myself: âYouâre doing them a favor.â One morning I looked in the mirror and saw death. I had no soul. So I made myself quit. I took two weeks leave, locked myself in a hotel room, and quit cold turkey. It was the darkest two weeks of my life. I canât talk about it. But I never used again. My wife was never able to quit, though. She committed suicide six years ago. I woke up one morning and sheâd been dead for seven hours, right next to me.â