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Michael Ferrer Michael Ferrer

I was just sick and tired of being sick and tired.

I had always heard about Marijuana, but didn’t have a clue what it was until one day I was offered a joint. It was lit up of course, and was told to hold my breath and to do it several times—right there and then I began to smoke as often as I could get it.

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Michael Ferrer Michael Ferrer

Maybe I needed help, I would whisper to myself.

I was born in Waterbury, CT 1964, the oldest of 5, in an all Italian/Catholic family. I have continued to live in the great state of Connecticut my whole life and currently reside in Derby CT. I work in healthcare as an administrative assistant for a physical therapy office. My passions are my family, cooking, gardening and my sobriety!

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Michael Ferrer Michael Ferrer

My success came at too high a price . . . A 10 year nightmare of addiction.

“I was born in Cape Town, the capital of South Africa, but I later spent the majority of my adolescence and early adulthood in Johannesburg. This would be where my career in entertainment would ultimately begin - I have hosted numerous radio shows, done voice work for commercials and TV promos and I’ve begun a podcast, which surprisingly enough enjoys great response overseas

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Michael Ferrer Michael Ferrer

Drugs and alcohol and money were my way of coping. Self medicating.

My life of crime, violence, meaningless sex and substance abuse ensued.. for close to 20 years. In and out of handcuffs, rehab, penthouse suites.. to homeless shelters. A roller coaster of resentment, abandonment issues, hatred, rage, love of money and drug and alcohol abuse.

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Michael Ferrer Michael Ferrer

I was always a happy drunk . . . a Good Time Charlie.

I never got arrested or got into fights or woke up on the tarmac at the Lubbock Airport with one boot missing and a Pez dispenser in my pocket. Which is good because I’m fragile. My experience as a drunk was kind of like a hockey game. 

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