Michael Loomis

Michael Alexander Loomis (AKA “Gypsy”)
Born: March 21, 1996

I was raised by my loving grandmother and father, Mike Loomis, alongside my brother, James Loomis.

From an early age, I never really felt like I fit in with people. I was bullied in school and always looked for a way to escape reality. I smoked my first blunt at 14 years old, and from that very moment, I knew I loved it. It made me feel like I could fit in, talk to anyone, and connect with everyone. I fell in love with the feeling it gave me.

My first high that wasn’t weed came from taking Vaynas 70s ADHD medication. I took eight pills within a two-hour span and stayed up for days. At 16, I smoked crack for the first time with a man named Andy (who has since passed from his addiction). From that day forward, I knew that for the rest of my life, I was going to get high. From the ages of 16 to 18, I smoked crack. Then, at 18, I was introduced to IV heroin.

I overdosed many times but eventually got off heroin at 20 years old—only to find IV meth.

From that moment on, meth became the love of my life. I was introduced to meth because I couldn’t get any heroin at the time, and I was sick. That very first shot hooked me.

On August 1, 2017, I injected heroin for the last time. Just hours later, at 2:14 AM, my first daughter, Genesis, was born. I stayed clean for almost six months after she was born, but then I relapsed. From that point on, everywhere I went, I had a rusty needle and a bag of meth.

I found Alcoholics Anonymous (AA) not long after but struggled to stay clean for many years.

On April 22, 2021, while coming home from the dealer’s house, I received the devastating news that my brother had passed away. At that time, I had been clean for nine months—but I was still living dirty. I wasn’t using, but I was still selling meth. After my dad hung up the phone, I ran back to the dealer’s house and got an eight ball.

Today, I am six months clean.
On January 30th, I picked up my six-month chip. ❤️