With his nickname, Dirty Jersey, tattooed on the inside of his left forearm, James Salant wanted everyone to know he was a tough guy. At the age of eighteen, after one too many run-ins with the cops for drug possession, he left his upper-middle-class home in Princeton, New Jersey, for a stint at a rehab facility in Riverside, California. Instead of getting clean, he spent his year there shooting crystal meth and living as a petty criminal among not-so-petty ones until a near psychotic episode (among other things) convinced him to clean up. In stark prose infused with heartbreaking...
With his nickname, Dirty Jersey, tattooed on the inside of his left forearm, James Salant wanted everyone to know he was a tough guy. At the age ...
Brought up in a middle-class family, James Salant was introduced to heroin at the age of seventeen. This resulted in a spell in rehab where he met ex-convicts, and he soon fell into the drifting lifestyle of meth addiction. Here, he describes life on cryst
Brought up in a middle-class family, James Salant was introduced to heroin at the age of seventeen. This resulted in a spell in rehab where he met ex-...