HEROIN ADDICTION, THE LIFESTYLE, THE RECOVERY 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 had just been dragged across the cold linoleum floored hallway, from another inmate's cell over to my own. I had been out of bounds, being INJECTED with some of the heroin I had just received that day. The last thing I had remembered, was sitting on the TOILET in Lisa's cell. She was having trouble finding a vein, so she went to my neck. I was now laying on the floor in my CELL, with Santos pounding on my chest. In all right's, I should be DEAD. I had recently gotten out of the hole after doing a nine month SHU term for bringing Heroin into the prison. You would have thought I would have learned my lesson by then. I was sentenced to a couple more years, yet I was still the same hard-headed junkie I was when I first set foot in that cold, dark CAGED world.