It was evening and Randy and I had been up for around ten days without eating or sleeping. We were traveling in my truck and I kept seeing livestock crossing the road in front of us. I didn’t say anything to Randy, and he didn’t say anything to me. I just kept running through apparent hallucinations. I stopped in the middle of the road to look at the herd of deer. I watched them eat, and then I realized it was bushes being blown by the wind. We made a decision to stop and recruit a new driver. This ended up being a great idea for me, but Randy was starting to tweak out on me really bad. I decided to get a hotel room and let Randy get some sleep. We did some more meth before we left, and I told Randy we’d be back later. When we returned, I was high as a kite, and my key was in the room. I knocked on the door, and Randy asked, “Who is it?”
“It’s the police!” I hollered. My driver tells me not to say that because Randy is already freaked out. It then took about ten minutes to convince Randy that I was not the police. He finally let us in the room, and it was torn apart. He told me a story about how he had been surrounded by the police and was looking for a bug they’d hidden in the room. Randy looked to be near a total nervous breakdown as he told his horror story. We laughed at every segment of his story, even though he was totally serious. He was suspicious of our driver and called me to the bathroom to show me something. He pointed at the commode and told me he was ready for them if they came in. My vision wasn’t very good, and all I could see was what looked like a large pile of Comet cleanser around the rim of the toilet. “What is that?” I asked.
“It’s your dope!” He replied. Then it hit like a ton of bricks. This idiot had put my dope around the rim of the toilet. Within an instant, we went from one tweaked-out person to two.
I got as much meth as I could from off the commode and made a run for the truck. Our driver tried to calm us, but we were two nervous wrecks. Every car I saw was the police, and I was having real doubts about these two characters I was with. I had put together a conspiracy theory before we got to a friend’s house. I acted as though I was going to the bathroom and ran to my truck and escaped. Undercover police cars picked up the trail and followed me to my uncle’s. I got to my uncle’s and went to the barn. I felt sure the police were watching me from every corner.
-An Excerpt from Club Meth to Christ-
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Rodney Williams is an ordained pastor, author of the book, Club Meth to Christ, and founder of Club Meth to Christ Ministries. His goal is to help those who struggle with the devastating bondage of addiction experience lasting freedom. Rodney lived as a drug addict and alcoholic for over twenty years of his life but that all changed the night he was set on fire in a crystal meth lab explosion. That night he surrendered his life to Jesus Christ and from that point on Rodney began following Jesus. Rodney entered the Home of Grace drug rehabilitation program after months of skin grafts and burn treatments then wrote the book Club Meth to Christ. He then obtained a Bachelor of Arts degree in Religious Studies from the University of Mobile. Rodney was pastor to a small congregation in South Mississippi for eight years before entering full time evangelism. Rodney’s story has been featured on the 700 Club, Pacific Garden Mission’s radio drama, Unshackled, and American Family Radio. He has spoken at countless evangelical and secular events using his story to warn audiences about the danger of drugs and give hope to those trapped in the bonds of addiction. Rodney and his wife, Jennifer, live in South Mississippi with their four children.