I had just signed a three year deal with WWE, which to any pro wrestler that ever laced up a pair of boots would be the pinnacle of their career. How did I celebrate it? By going into my best friends bathroom, carefully cooking up a batch of heroin known as killer bee, then putting the needle into my vein and injecting what felt like a warm fuzzy blanket being wrapped around me. In that moment, I was in heroin heaven. In an instant I went from heaven to pure hell, dying right there on the bathroom floor. I remember thinking it was the best s**t I have ever put in my body, then boom, I was dead. If not for my aunt pounding on my chest and reviving me I was gone. My lips had already turned blue because I had stopped breathing. My aunt punched me repeatedly in the head, desperately trying to wake me. When I finally did come around, she screamed at me, You m**********r! You just died right here in front of me. I looked at her for a moment as I regained my bearings before I growled back at her, Then why the f**k did you wake me up? I genuinely thought that death was a better option for me than life. My aunt punched me in the face again, because even though she loved me, she was so p****d off with me. James Dixon is the co-author of over a dozen wrestling book, including the best-selling Titan Sinking and Titan Shattered, all available for Kindle download at this link