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Connecticut Roman Catholic priest, Kevin Wallin aka "Monsignor Meth"

Roman Catholic priest, Kevin Wallin aka "Monsignor Meth", abuses position of trust (Drugs, Porn, Sex ...) (Pics/VIDEO)

When will humans realize that man's religion - Catholicism and others - are tainted?

Catholics aren't the only ones Corrupting people and societies. What we seem to fail to address is that each one of us are responsible for each other and our own selves. People such as Kevin Wallin , politicians, business owners, sports figures, actors, mentors, teachers, authority figures ..., are not anything more than human beings. To be willing to ignore and/or not stay attentive that they also can be of wrongs, is just plain ignorance. It is society that puts others on higher pedestals which has many willing to look, but be with blind eyes; hear, but fail to listen; be attentive, yet be willing to ignore.

Below are a with few articles, beginning with the most recent one, relating to Kevin Wallin who is just another person who abused trust.

Follow along asking yourself questions relating to this "Person of INTEREST"!?

Why was he given a public attorney when he may very well be hiding a load of cash somewhere?

Who has he abused and/or hurt?

How is he being made to bring whole those he DID harm?

Who, what ...?
 

Michael Love, IIO

Via

"Monsignor Meth" pleads guilty to dealing more than $300,000-worth of the drug and makes a deal to spend more than a decade behind bars

• Concerns for Monsignor Kevin Wallin grew before he left post
• Suspended by church because of alleged sexual activities
• Priest accused of making more than $300,000 by dealing crystal meth

By Daily Mail Reporter

PUBLISHED: 14:07 EST, 2 April 2013 | UPDATED: 07:55 EST, 3 April 2013

A suspended Roman Catholic priest accused of making more than $300,000 in methamphetamine sales out of his Connecticut apartment while running an adult video and sex toy shop pleaded guilty Tuesday to a federal drug charge.

Kevin Wallin, 61, of Waterbury, admitted to conspiracy to possess with intent to distribute methamphetamine and was scheduled to be sentenced June 25. Both sides agreed on a sentence of 11 to 14 years in prison.

Prosecutors said the 61-year-old Wallin had meth mailed to him from co-conspirators in California and sold the drugs out of his Waterbury apartment last year. 

Concerns: Former colleagues of Monsignor Kevin Wallin have said he was struggling with his faith before his fall from grace

He also bought an adult video and sex toy shop in North Haven named Land of Oz & Dorothy's Place, apparently to launder the drug money, authorities said.

Wearing a beige prison jumpsuit and sporting a goatee and close-cropped hair, Wallin acknowledged in court that the drug operation involved nearly four pounds of methamphetamine. 

He said 'yes' several times as the judge asked whether he understood the consequences of his plea.

Wallin, former pastor at St. Augustine Parish in Bridgeport, appeared to have no supporters in the courtroom. He was led out of the room in handcuffs and remains detained.

Charges against four other people arrested in the case are pending.

"We're glad to have resolved this part of the case,' Connecticut U.S. Attorney David B. Fein said outside the courtroom. 'It's a serious conspiracy charge involving a very dangerous drug."

Trusted: Msgr Wallin served as the pastor at St. Augustine's in Bridgeport for nine years before taking a sabbatical in 2011 for health and personal reasons

Wallin's public defender, Kelly Barrett, declined to comment.

Dubbed in some media as 'Monsignor Meth,' Wallin was pastor of St. Augustine Parish for nine years until he resigned in June 2011, citing health and personal reasons. 

He previously served six years as pastor of St. Peter's Church in Danbury until 2002.

'Monsignor Wallin's guilty plea represents an important step in his coming to terms with his own actions and their impact on others,' the Diocese of Bridgeport said in a statement. 

"It is a difficult moment for all of us but we hope it is also the first step in rebuilding his life. We pray that he moves toward healing and wholeness."

The diocese had suspended him from public ministry last May amid concerns by church officials about a number of problems with Wallin, including sexually inappropriate behavior with other men in the church rectory, Wallace said. 

Church leaders weren't aware of Wallin's involvement with drugs at the time of the suspension, diocese spokesman Brian D. Wallace said.

Wallace said Wallin now faces the prospect of removal from the priesthood by the Vatican, a process called laicization.

Arrested: Wallin was last month charged with dealing crystal meth

Wallin was arrested in January, and a grand jury indicted him and four other people on drug charges.

An undercover officer bought meth from Wallin six times from September 20 to January 2, paying more than $3,400 in total for 23 grams of the drug, authorities said.

Federal agents said they learned through wiretaps and informants about other sales Wallin was making.

Wallin allegedly bought the Land of OZ sex shop to launder his drug money

On social media, people couldn't help but compare Wallin with Walter White, the main character on the TV show 'Breaking Bad,' who was making so much cash that he and his wife bought a car wash to launder their profits.

Also charged in the case were Kenneth Devries of Waterbury; Michael Nelson of Manchester; Chad McCluskey of San Clemente, California; and Kristen Laschober of Laguna Niguel, California Authorities say McCluskey and Laschober were involved in the shipping of methamphetamine to Wallin.

All four of those defendants have pleaded not guilty.

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Meth-Dealing Catholic Priest Who Owned Porn Shop Plans to Confess Guilt

"Monsignor Meth" allegedly made $300,000 in drug sales

By Steven Nelson

March 27, 2013 

Kevin Wallin, right, is expected to plead guilty Tuesday to conspiracy to distribute methamphetamine.

 

Kevin Wallin, the 61-year-old Connecticut priest nicknamed "Monsignor Meth" after his January 3 arrest for operating a drug-dealing ring, is expected to plead guilty next week to one count of conspiracy, according to news reports.

Wallin was ordained a priest by the Roman Catholic Church in 1984 and worked in Bridgeport and Danbury, Conn., churches until 2011. His intention to plead guilty to one conspiracy charge was made public in a Tuesday court filing.

Prosecutors say Wallin made $300,000 in methamphetamine sales from his apartment and from the parking lot of an adult bookstore he owned. Four alleged accomplices were also arrested in what Connecticut U.S. Attorney David Fein touted as "the dismantling of ... a significant methamphetamine distribution organization that spanned from California to Connecticut."

The bookstore—which sold pornography and sex toys—was believed to be a front business for Wallin to launder his drug money.

According to the Connecticut Post, by pleading guilty Wallin may induce the prosecutor to dismiss six charges of possession with intent to distribute the drug. He may also avoid a mandatory minimum sentence of 10 years in prison, the Post reports, by applying for a "safety valve" exception for first-time offenders.

The Hartford Courant reports that Wallin was himself addicted to meth, according to court documents, and at some point before his arrest "was ordered by his employer to enter a rehabilitation program." It's unclear who that employer was, but a spokesman for the Diocese of Bridgeport, which was paying Wallin a stipend until his arrest, said it wasn't the church.

Wallin resigned from his Bridgeport post in June 2011 and was allowed to take a sabbatical. Church authorities reportedly had become alarmed by Wallin's behavior after they discovered he was a cross-dresser and was having sex in the rectory of St. Augustine Cathedral in Bridgeport.

The Connecticut Post reported in January that, according to sources, Wallin "sometimes dressed as a woman, [and] would entertain odd-looking men, some who were also dressed in women's clothing and engaging in sex acts."

A spokesman for the Bridgeport Diocese on Wednesday told the Post: "It is a difficult moment for all of us, but we hope it is also the first step in rebuilding his life. We pray that he moves toward healing and wholeness."

Several publications have noted the uncanny similarity between Wallin's story and the fictional life of Walter White, the main character in the popular AMC show "Breaking Bad." The series, which debuted in 2008, centers on White's transformation from a frustrated and bored school teacher into a wealthy meth-dealing kingpin.

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Former Conn. Priest Indicted on Meth Charges

Saturday, January 19, 2013 at 1:00PM by Christine Hsu

(BRIDGEPORT, Conn.) -- A former Roman Catholic priest from Connecticut has fallen from grace after being indicted on charges that he was part of an alleged cross-country crystal methamphetamine drug ring.

Former Monsignor Kevin Wallin, 61, of Waterbury, who was the pastor of the St. Augustine Parish in Bridgeport for nearly a decade, was one of five people indicted by a federal grand jury on Tuesday for allegedly transporting methamphetamine from Connecticut to California.

Also charged were Kenneth Devries, 52, of Waterbury; Michael Nelson, 40, of Manchester; Chad McCluskey, 43, of San Clemente, Calif.; and Kristen Laschober, 47, of Laguna Niguel, Calif.

Wallin was also charged with six counts of conspiracy to possess with intent to distribute 500 grams of methamphetamine since September, according to court documents.

Law enforcement officials say they believe he received shipments of methamphetamine from the West Coast and resold the drugs out of his apartment in Waterbury, ABC station WABC-TV in New York reported.

In addition, investigators suspect that Wallin may have owned an adult video shop in North Haven called Land of Oz that he allegedly used the store to launder the money he earned selling drugs, according to court documents.

The Diocese of Bridgeport released a statement saying that Wallin resigned as pastor of the Bridgeport parish in 2011, citing health and personal issues, and was granted a sabbatical.

The diocese said that Wallin's "faculties for public ministry were suspended in May 2012, and he has not been reassigned."

Despite that, the diocese continued to pay him a stipend until he was arrested on Jan. 3, the Connecticut Post reported.

Some of his former parishioners are shocked the man they esteemed as a "very honorable man of God" would be involved in such a scandal.

"I feel terrible about it. And we just keep praying from him, that's all. If these allegations are true, we pray he repents, makes his peace with God, like we all have to," a parishioner told ABC affiliate WABC.

If convicted, Wallin faces a minimum of 10 years in prison.

More details here about Kevin Wallin, "Person of INTEREST"!?

Roman Catholic priest, Kevin Wallin aka "Monsignor Meth", abuses position of trust (Drugs, Porn, Sex ...) (Pics/VIDEO) - www.ofINTEREST.net

Connecticut Roman Catholic priest, Kevin Wallin aka "Monsignor Meth"

Roman Catholic priest, Kevin Wallin aka "Monsignor Meth", abuses position of trust (Drugs, Porn, Sex ...) (Pics/VIDEO)

When will humans realize that man's religion - Catholicism and others - are tainted?

Catholics aren't the only ones Corrupting people and societies. What we seem to fail to address is that each one of us are responsible for each other and our own selves. People such as Kevin Wallin , politicians, business owners, sports figures, actors, mentors, teachers, authority figures ..., are not anything more than human beings. To be willing to ignore and/or not stay attentive that they also can be of wrongs, is just plain ignorance. It is society that puts others on higher pedestals which has many willing to look, but be with blind eyes; hear, but fail to listen; be attentive, yet be willing to ignore.

Below are a with few articles, beginning with the most recent one, relating to Kevin Wallin who is just another person who abused trust.

Follow along asking yourself questions relating to this "Person of INTEREST"!?

Why was he given a public attorney when he may very well be hiding a load of cash somewhere?

Who has he abused and/or hurt?

How is he being made to bring whole those he DID harm?

Who, what ...?
 

Michael Love, IIO

Via

"Monsignor Meth" pleads guilty to dealing more than $300,000-worth of the drug and makes a deal to spend more than a decade behind bars

• Concerns for Monsignor Kevin Wallin grew before he left post
• Suspended by church because of alleged sexual activities
• Priest accused of making more than $300,000 by dealing crystal meth

By Daily Mail Reporter

PUBLISHED: 14:07 EST, 2 April 2013 | UPDATED: 07:55 EST, 3 April 2013

A suspended Roman Catholic priest accused of making more than $300,000 in methamphetamine sales out of his Connecticut apartment while running an adult video and sex toy shop pleaded guilty Tuesday to a federal drug charge.

Kevin Wallin, 61, of Waterbury, admitted to conspiracy to possess with intent to distribute methamphetamine and was scheduled to be sentenced June 25. Both sides agreed on a sentence of 11 to 14 years in prison.

Prosecutors said the 61-year-old Wallin had meth mailed to him from co-conspirators in California and sold the drugs out of his Waterbury apartment last year. 

Concerns: Former colleagues of Monsignor Kevin Wallin have said he was struggling with his faith before his fall from grace

He also bought an adult video and sex toy shop in North Haven named Land of Oz & Dorothy's Place, apparently to launder the drug money, authorities said.

Wearing a beige prison jumpsuit and sporting a goatee and close-cropped hair, Wallin acknowledged in court that the drug operation involved nearly four pounds of methamphetamine. 

He said 'yes' several times as the judge asked whether he understood the consequences of his plea.

Wallin, former pastor at St. Augustine Parish in Bridgeport, appeared to have no supporters in the courtroom. He was led out of the room in handcuffs and remains detained.

Charges against four other people arrested in the case are pending.

"We're glad to have resolved this part of the case,' Connecticut U.S. Attorney David B. Fein said outside the courtroom. 'It's a serious conspiracy charge involving a very dangerous drug."

Trusted: Msgr Wallin served as the pastor at St. Augustine's in Bridgeport for nine years before taking a sabbatical in 2011 for health and personal reasons

Wallin's public defender, Kelly Barrett, declined to comment.

Dubbed in some media as 'Monsignor Meth,' Wallin was pastor of St. Augustine Parish for nine years until he resigned in June 2011, citing health and personal reasons. 

He previously served six years as pastor of St. Peter's Church in Danbury until 2002.

'Monsignor Wallin's guilty plea represents an important step in his coming to terms with his own actions and their impact on others,' the Diocese of Bridgeport said in a statement. 

"It is a difficult moment for all of us but we hope it is also the first step in rebuilding his life. We pray that he moves toward healing and wholeness."

The diocese had suspended him from public ministry last May amid concerns by church officials about a number of problems with Wallin, including sexually inappropriate behavior with other men in the church rectory, Wallace said. 

Church leaders weren't aware of Wallin's involvement with drugs at the time of the suspension, diocese spokesman Brian D. Wallace said.

Wallace said Wallin now faces the prospect of removal from the priesthood by the Vatican, a process called laicization.

Arrested: Wallin was last month charged with dealing crystal meth

Wallin was arrested in January, and a grand jury indicted him and four other people on drug charges.

An undercover officer bought meth from Wallin six times from September 20 to January 2, paying more than $3,400 in total for 23 grams of the drug, authorities said.

Federal agents said they learned through wiretaps and informants about other sales Wallin was making.

Wallin allegedly bought the Land of OZ sex shop to launder his drug money

On social media, people couldn't help but compare Wallin with Walter White, the main character on the TV show 'Breaking Bad,' who was making so much cash that he and his wife bought a car wash to launder their profits.

Also charged in the case were Kenneth Devries of Waterbury; Michael Nelson of Manchester; Chad McCluskey of San Clemente, California; and Kristen Laschober of Laguna Niguel, California Authorities say McCluskey and Laschober were involved in the shipping of methamphetamine to Wallin.

All four of those defendants have pleaded not guilty.

Via

Meth-Dealing Catholic Priest Who Owned Porn Shop Plans to Confess Guilt

"Monsignor Meth" allegedly made $300,000 in drug sales

By Steven Nelson

March 27, 2013 

Kevin Wallin, right, is expected to plead guilty Tuesday to conspiracy to distribute methamphetamine.

 

Kevin Wallin, the 61-year-old Connecticut priest nicknamed "Monsignor Meth" after his January 3 arrest for operating a drug-dealing ring, is expected to plead guilty next week to one count of conspiracy, according to news reports.

Wallin was ordained a priest by the Roman Catholic Church in 1984 and worked in Bridgeport and Danbury, Conn., churches until 2011. His intention to plead guilty to one conspiracy charge was made public in a Tuesday court filing.

Prosecutors say Wallin made $300,000 in methamphetamine sales from his apartment and from the parking lot of an adult bookstore he owned. Four alleged accomplices were also arrested in what Connecticut U.S. Attorney David Fein touted as "the dismantling of ... a significant methamphetamine distribution organization that spanned from California to Connecticut."

The bookstore—which sold pornography and sex toys—was believed to be a front business for Wallin to launder his drug money.

According to the Connecticut Post, by pleading guilty Wallin may induce the prosecutor to dismiss six charges of possession with intent to distribute the drug. He may also avoid a mandatory minimum sentence of 10 years in prison, the Post reports, by applying for a "safety valve" exception for first-time offenders.

The Hartford Courant reports that Wallin was himself addicted to meth, according to court documents, and at some point before his arrest "was ordered by his employer to enter a rehabilitation program." It's unclear who that employer was, but a spokesman for the Diocese of Bridgeport, which was paying Wallin a stipend until his arrest, said it wasn't the church.

Wallin resigned from his Bridgeport post in June 2011 and was allowed to take a sabbatical. Church authorities reportedly had become alarmed by Wallin's behavior after they discovered he was a cross-dresser and was having sex in the rectory of St. Augustine Cathedral in Bridgeport.

The Connecticut Post reported in January that, according to sources, Wallin "sometimes dressed as a woman, [and] would entertain odd-looking men, some who were also dressed in women's clothing and engaging in sex acts."

A spokesman for the Bridgeport Diocese on Wednesday told the Post: "It is a difficult moment for all of us, but we hope it is also the first step in rebuilding his life. We pray that he moves toward healing and wholeness."

Several publications have noted the uncanny similarity between Wallin's story and the fictional life of Walter White, the main character in the popular AMC show "Breaking Bad." The series, which debuted in 2008, centers on White's transformation from a frustrated and bored school teacher into a wealthy meth-dealing kingpin.

Via

Former Conn. Priest Indicted on Meth Charges

Saturday, January 19, 2013 at 1:00PM by Christine Hsu

(BRIDGEPORT, Conn.) -- A former Roman Catholic priest from Connecticut has fallen from grace after being indicted on charges that he was part of an alleged cross-country crystal methamphetamine drug ring.

Former Monsignor Kevin Wallin, 61, of Waterbury, who was the pastor of the St. Augustine Parish in Bridgeport for nearly a decade, was one of five people indicted by a federal grand jury on Tuesday for allegedly transporting methamphetamine from Connecticut to California.

Also charged were Kenneth Devries, 52, of Waterbury; Michael Nelson, 40, of Manchester; Chad McCluskey, 43, of San Clemente, Calif.; and Kristen Laschober, 47, of Laguna Niguel, Calif.

Wallin was also charged with six counts of conspiracy to possess with intent to distribute 500 grams of methamphetamine since September, according to court documents.

Law enforcement officials say they believe he received shipments of methamphetamine from the West Coast and resold the drugs out of his apartment in Waterbury, ABC station WABC-TV in New York reported.

In addition, investigators suspect that Wallin may have owned an adult video shop in North Haven called Land of Oz that he allegedly used the store to launder the money he earned selling drugs, according to court documents.

The Diocese of Bridgeport released a statement saying that Wallin resigned as pastor of the Bridgeport parish in 2011, citing health and personal issues, and was granted a sabbatical.

The diocese said that Wallin's "faculties for public ministry were suspended in May 2012, and he has not been reassigned."

Despite that, the diocese continued to pay him a stipend until he was arrested on Jan. 3, the Connecticut Post reported.

Some of his former parishioners are shocked the man they esteemed as a "very honorable man of God" would be involved in such a scandal.

"I feel terrible about it. And we just keep praying from him, that's all. If these allegations are true, we pray he repents, makes his peace with God, like we all have to," a parishioner told ABC affiliate WABC.

If convicted, Wallin faces a minimum of 10 years in prison.

More details here about Kevin Wallin, "Person of INTEREST"!?

My Story with MKAT - www.ofINTEREST.net

A brave, young person shares realization of harmful effects of drugs.

Meow, meow no longer is seclusive to a warm, fuzzy purring cat. It also has another meaning related to a fierce, deceptive narcotic animal devouring the young with promises that can even lead to death. 

All credit goes to the brave, young person who appears in the video below. She woke up to realization of the harmful effects of drugs.

She shares experiences with MKAT/MCAT (mephedrone/bubble/meow meow)
Hope this helps people.

If you're in Rotherham, then here is a link that may prove to be of use: www.callitanight.co.uk

More info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mephedrone

Michael Love, IIO

My Story with MKAT 

A past article via

Huffington Post:

Meow Meow - Mephedrone Is a Nasty Little Cat

Charles Donovan 

Posted: 25/02/2013 00:00 

It's 14 November. I've just broken my back. I can't walk. I'm on the trauma ward at St Mary's Paddington, dimly aware that three of the people I love most are hovering around the bed - Huw, Arabella and Gordon. Arabella keeps telling me not to move my neck.

I am so delusional, I think that there's a plot to harvest my organs and I keep telling Arabella that my penis has been cut off and taken to a different room. Bless her to heaven and back, she plays along to calm me down, pretending that she's retrieved it and restored it to its rightful place on my body. I tell her that the doctors have sewn my house keys into my wrist. She dutifully pretends to remove the soft cast around my left arm and reassures me that no such thing has occurred. None of this would be happening had I not responded to a come-on on a 'dating' app (please note the euphemistic inverted commas). Or maybe it would have happened anyway.

November 2012, immobile at St. Mary's, Paddington Photo: Charles Donovan

"Do u like chems." There's no question mark in the message on my screen. Telling, really. The guy is obviously confident I'll say 'Yes'. Just another of the daily invitations to hook up for disposable passion and drugs. But I stopped taking drugs in December 2004. For years and years, I've been saying "No" with varying degrees of confidence. I find it far harder to quit alcohol but eventually have enough of that, too. My last drink is in March 2009. Since then, I sometimes confide in friends the fact that I feel more vulnerable to narcotics, simply because I haven't pushed them as far. Alcohol has lost me my home, my career, and my mental health; has landed me in hospital over and over again. But with drugs, it's easier to deceive myself, to say, "Oh, was it really that bad?". And then there are the new drugs, the ones that weren't around when I was an active user. Surely those might be okay because I have no negative history with them. I could try to get that feeling of excessive stimulation or profound languor again, without anything bad happening to me.

The two months prior to October are stressful. I am getting my cuttings book back together and building up the nerve to see whether there'll be a place for me in magazine journalism or a related profession ever again. Grindr, the afore-mentioned dating app, is the online equivalent of going to a druggy nightclub. For two years, I've been putting myself in danger by tangling with it, over and over again; managing to decline the constant offers of narcotics, always saying "No" and therefore making over-confident assumptions about my fortitude. All it takes is a tiny, careless moment and I hear myself saying "Yes". And not just "yes", but "yes, yes, yes". And I'm off. Even before I've boarded the bus towards Acton to get the mephedrone, I am high and lost to sobriety. I tell myself I'll just do it for a couple of a days - a little diversion before I get back on with abstinence. But my behaviour indicates otherwise. Within hours, I've made absolutely sure I have a name, phone number and address from which to acquire more. I haven't even taken the substance yet, but already I've arranged matters so that my lines of supply will stay open. On some level, I know that I am going to take this drug around the clock for as long as possible.

Two weeks later, two weeks without a single hour of sleep, and I am walking around Bayswater. I am convinced World War IV is about to start. I see people scurrying back and forth, preparing for the end of the world. I'm tormented by the knowledge that it's somehow my fault. Then, all of a sudden, I'm on a horrifying game show. If I don't walk at a certain speed and in a certain direction, my friends' mothers will be killed one by one. Five minutes later, and a vision appears before me, telling me that Carole King is God and that there is nothing to worry about. She, whoever this vision is, tells me that death is no reason to be scared - all that happens is that you go into a room, a nice room with tiny sandwiches, comfortable sofas and a water-cooler, along with ten of your favourite people. I start working out who I'll invite. My parents, of course, all my godparents too, Huw, Arabella, Sally. That leaves space for a few more. Oh, this is going to be lovely. We'll all have a year together in a kind of first class airport departure lounge before being reborn back on earth.

Then another woman appears. She is in her early sixties or thereabouts. She says that Carole King is certainly not God. She, this new woman, is God. And she tells me that the Old Testament is all true, and God is not particularly nice. By now I'm lost. One street looks like Geneva, the next looks like the Middle East. I'm getting more and more frightened. God says that if I hit myself with a pipe that's lying on the ground, I'll be magically transferred back home to my flat. So I do it. I bang myself in the eye with the piece of broken piping. Nothing happens. I'm still here, still lost, and now bleeding from the self-inflicted injury. I walk and walk and walk. My feet hurt. It's horrible. I must now be in that part of London around Royal Oak where roads go over other roads. Near the Westway. I've lost my glasses and I can't see the area codes that are printed on street signs. Am I near Little Venice?

There's a drop. I'm standing at the edge of something. A 40 foot drop. God is still here. This time she says that if I jump, I won't hurt myself. In any case, she adds, disability doesn't exist. All the people in wheelchairs are planted by her on earth to stop us becoming glib and insensitive. They aren't actually real. If I jump, she says, all that will happen is that I'll wake up in bed at home, safe and sound. There is no other way to get back home, back to the flat in Bayswater. I feel the whoosh of air against my ears as I jump. Then nothing. I'm not aware of the nothing because I'm unconscious. I have broken my back, my wrist and my feet.

The external fixator repairing my arm and wrist Photo: Charles Donovan

At first, I'm not expected to live. Then it seems I'll live, but confined to bed. A day or so after that, it's one better - I'll be wheelchair-bound. Now there's a chance that I'll be able to walk again. My back has been reconstructed with metal, as has my left wrist. My feet have swollen two shoe sizes and show no signs of deflating. St Mary's Hospital, Paddington has saved my life, and the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital in Stanmore has made it worth living again. I am terrified about the future but some adaptive quality in the human brain is enabling me to keep going. I present normally because I'm polite, and therefore I struggle to convey how traumatised I am. Everyone thinks I'm fine. Oh dear.

But in terms of drugs, I remain liberal. I know that there are hundreds of thousands of people who can take a mood-altering chemical for an evening, and then have a perfectly normal sober day when they wake up the next morning. Just the same as with alcohol. As I write this, I attempt to look up some information about mephedrone, to describe it and put it in context. But the hospital wi-fi has a very over-protective content-blocker and won't let me read pages about the substance. I know it's a class B stimulant that was made illegal quite recently. I know that among its street names is the chillingly flippant 'Meow Meow'. And I know more than ever that all substances, from alcohol through to the various noxious substances peddled through legal high websites, are lethal for me, and lethal for anyone like me - addicts who can't stop once they start. For us, abstinence is the only way to stay alive.

There is so much more to say. And if people are willing to indulge me, I will. But this is not a postcard from the edge, because I've already jumped. It's a postcard from the abyss.

February 2013, Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital Photo: Charles Donovan

My Story with MKAT - www.ofINTEREST.net

A brave, young person shares realization of harmful effects of drugs.

Meow, meow no longer is seclusive to a warm, fuzzy purring cat. It also has another meaning related to a fierce, deceptive narcotic animal devouring the young with promises that can even lead to death. 

All credit goes to the brave, young person who appears in the video below. She woke up to realization of the harmful effects of drugs.

She shares experiences with MKAT/MCAT (mephedrone/bubble/meow meow)
Hope this helps people.

If you're in Rotherham, then here is a link that may prove to be of use: www.callitanight.co.uk

More info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mephedrone

Michael Love, IIO

My Story with MKAT 

A past article via

Huffington Post:

Meow Meow - Mephedrone Is a Nasty Little Cat

Charles Donovan 

Posted: 25/02/2013 00:00 

It's 14 November. I've just broken my back. I can't walk. I'm on the trauma ward at St Mary's Paddington, dimly aware that three of the people I love most are hovering around the bed - Huw, Arabella and Gordon. Arabella keeps telling me not to move my neck.

I am so delusional, I think that there's a plot to harvest my organs and I keep telling Arabella that my penis has been cut off and taken to a different room. Bless her to heaven and back, she plays along to calm me down, pretending that she's retrieved it and restored it to its rightful place on my body. I tell her that the doctors have sewn my house keys into my wrist. She dutifully pretends to remove the soft cast around my left arm and reassures me that no such thing has occurred. None of this would be happening had I not responded to a come-on on a 'dating' app (please note the euphemistic inverted commas). Or maybe it would have happened anyway.

November 2012, immobile at St. Mary's, Paddington Photo: Charles Donovan

"Do u like chems." There's no question mark in the message on my screen. Telling, really. The guy is obviously confident I'll say 'Yes'. Just another of the daily invitations to hook up for disposable passion and drugs. But I stopped taking drugs in December 2004. For years and years, I've been saying "No" with varying degrees of confidence. I find it far harder to quit alcohol but eventually have enough of that, too. My last drink is in March 2009. Since then, I sometimes confide in friends the fact that I feel more vulnerable to narcotics, simply because I haven't pushed them as far. Alcohol has lost me my home, my career, and my mental health; has landed me in hospital over and over again. But with drugs, it's easier to deceive myself, to say, "Oh, was it really that bad?". And then there are the new drugs, the ones that weren't around when I was an active user. Surely those might be okay because I have no negative history with them. I could try to get that feeling of excessive stimulation or profound languor again, without anything bad happening to me.

The two months prior to October are stressful. I am getting my cuttings book back together and building up the nerve to see whether there'll be a place for me in magazine journalism or a related profession ever again. Grindr, the afore-mentioned dating app, is the online equivalent of going to a druggy nightclub. For two years, I've been putting myself in danger by tangling with it, over and over again; managing to decline the constant offers of narcotics, always saying "No" and therefore making over-confident assumptions about my fortitude. All it takes is a tiny, careless moment and I hear myself saying "Yes". And not just "yes", but "yes, yes, yes". And I'm off. Even before I've boarded the bus towards Acton to get the mephedrone, I am high and lost to sobriety. I tell myself I'll just do it for a couple of a days - a little diversion before I get back on with abstinence. But my behaviour indicates otherwise. Within hours, I've made absolutely sure I have a name, phone number and address from which to acquire more. I haven't even taken the substance yet, but already I've arranged matters so that my lines of supply will stay open. On some level, I know that I am going to take this drug around the clock for as long as possible.

Two weeks later, two weeks without a single hour of sleep, and I am walking around Bayswater. I am convinced World War IV is about to start. I see people scurrying back and forth, preparing for the end of the world. I'm tormented by the knowledge that it's somehow my fault. Then, all of a sudden, I'm on a horrifying game show. If I don't walk at a certain speed and in a certain direction, my friends' mothers will be killed one by one. Five minutes later, and a vision appears before me, telling me that Carole King is God and that there is nothing to worry about. She, whoever this vision is, tells me that death is no reason to be scared - all that happens is that you go into a room, a nice room with tiny sandwiches, comfortable sofas and a water-cooler, along with ten of your favourite people. I start working out who I'll invite. My parents, of course, all my godparents too, Huw, Arabella, Sally. That leaves space for a few more. Oh, this is going to be lovely. We'll all have a year together in a kind of first class airport departure lounge before being reborn back on earth.

Then another woman appears. She is in her early sixties or thereabouts. She says that Carole King is certainly not God. She, this new woman, is God. And she tells me that the Old Testament is all true, and God is not particularly nice. By now I'm lost. One street looks like Geneva, the next looks like the Middle East. I'm getting more and more frightened. God says that if I hit myself with a pipe that's lying on the ground, I'll be magically transferred back home to my flat. So I do it. I bang myself in the eye with the piece of broken piping. Nothing happens. I'm still here, still lost, and now bleeding from the self-inflicted injury. I walk and walk and walk. My feet hurt. It's horrible. I must now be in that part of London around Royal Oak where roads go over other roads. Near the Westway. I've lost my glasses and I can't see the area codes that are printed on street signs. Am I near Little Venice?

There's a drop. I'm standing at the edge of something. A 40 foot drop. God is still here. This time she says that if I jump, I won't hurt myself. In any case, she adds, disability doesn't exist. All the people in wheelchairs are planted by her on earth to stop us becoming glib and insensitive. They aren't actually real. If I jump, she says, all that will happen is that I'll wake up in bed at home, safe and sound. There is no other way to get back home, back to the flat in Bayswater. I feel the whoosh of air against my ears as I jump. Then nothing. I'm not aware of the nothing because I'm unconscious. I have broken my back, my wrist and my feet.

The external fixator repairing my arm and wrist Photo: Charles Donovan

At first, I'm not expected to live. Then it seems I'll live, but confined to bed. A day or so after that, it's one better - I'll be wheelchair-bound. Now there's a chance that I'll be able to walk again. My back has been reconstructed with metal, as has my left wrist. My feet have swollen two shoe sizes and show no signs of deflating. St Mary's Hospital, Paddington has saved my life, and the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital in Stanmore has made it worth living again. I am terrified about the future but some adaptive quality in the human brain is enabling me to keep going. I present normally because I'm polite, and therefore I struggle to convey how traumatised I am. Everyone thinks I'm fine. Oh dear.

But in terms of drugs, I remain liberal. I know that there are hundreds of thousands of people who can take a mood-altering chemical for an evening, and then have a perfectly normal sober day when they wake up the next morning. Just the same as with alcohol. As I write this, I attempt to look up some information about mephedrone, to describe it and put it in context. But the hospital wi-fi has a very over-protective content-blocker and won't let me read pages about the substance. I know it's a class B stimulant that was made illegal quite recently. I know that among its street names is the chillingly flippant 'Meow Meow'. And I know more than ever that all substances, from alcohol through to the various noxious substances peddled through legal high websites, are lethal for me, and lethal for anyone like me - addicts who can't stop once they start. For us, abstinence is the only way to stay alive.

There is so much more to say. And if people are willing to indulge me, I will. But this is not a postcard from the edge, because I've already jumped. It's a postcard from the abyss.

February 2013, Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital Photo: Charles Donovan