Category: eBooks Converted and Formatted By Us
Author: Todd A. Zalkins
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Description

My world changed forever upon receiving my first prescription for Oxycontin, at which point I had already been enslaved to painkillers for ten years. After taking two of the little pink pills, a warm rush poured in, and ripped through my system…I told myself, “This is exactly how I want to feel for the rest of my life.”

I had two major surgeries I didn’t need, and even risked going to federal prison by forging prescriptions… all to feed a habit I couldn’t break free from. But all of that changed when the drugs stopped working.

Rendered completely delusional and suicidal I could no longer speak in complete sentences. I constantly stuttered and cried, and realized it was time to try and live, or simply die.

I crawled into rehab knowing my addiction was bad…but it was my first year in recovery that would prove to be far worse. I didn’t sleep for 44 days, and physically shook for nine months.

My doctor, who had treated more than 12,000 patients, said my case was the worst he’s ever seen.

Physically wasted and emotionally destroyed, I was a grown man reduced to a frightened little boy, in a world that scared me to death. Facing childhood demons, and a father who committed suicide three days before achieving my first year of sobriety, I seriously questioned if I could stay clean.

Addressing one of the biggest social problems in America today, “Dying for Triplicate” is a triumphant story of beating the odds, and discovering that despite the depths of my addiction, I could rediscover joy and find a life worth living.

Date insert: Friday, 27 January 2023

T'was the Night Before Christmas... 

 (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, may he forgive my doggerel...)

...and all through the shop,
all we minions were working,
   until ready to drop.

The ebooks were flying,
the covers were spare,
The edits were crazy,
   with "one more thing I must share!"

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old Saint Nick,
But Hitch made us work,
   Waving 'round an old stick!

So slave we all did,
And made all your books,
So that Hitch would say now,
   that we're off the hook.

Come today we're off,
to rest up our fingers,
Our hats we will doff,
   No books they do linger.

But we'll all be back,
Don't give it a thought,
for like all wage slaves,
   we're easily bought.

We'll be back on the fifth,
all eager and fresh,
All ready for you,
   after a well-deserved rest.

So Hitch wants to say,
very strongly and loud,
THANKS ALL YOU GUYS,
  you're the best type of crowd.

Indy and Len and Hitch and the gang,
will be back on the 5th,
to do books with a BANG!

In the meantime don't worry,
if you're in a hurry,
'cuz some poor guy got stuck
   sitting here like a duck.

Your emails we'll receive,
so no need to grieve.
We'll be a bit slow,
but we're raring to go.

Your books will be worked on,
your edits still made,
we're just resting a bit,
   before we all fade.

So please excuse the delays;
It won't be for days;
we'll jump on your queries,
   for your wondrous new series.

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old St. Nick,
And sure 'nuff he came,
   It wasn't a trick.

And as he rode off,
into the night,
I could swear I heard Hitch yell,
   "That Edit's Not Right!"

~~~~~~~~~~

We'll be back on the morning of January 5th; we'll be here parttime between now and then, thanks.