Writing for the judge:

It wasn’t until my parents got their divorce that my life ultimately changed. I remember the first night I met him, my biological father. I remember meeting him at some golf place. We talked, played golf, and socialized with one another. After that first initial meetup we all started hanging out more and more. The kids, my parents. Eventually, I explained to him of the sexual abuse happening at home and the drugs that were being offered to me by the brothers of my mom's ex. He took me to the police station to file a report on the sexual abuse. Sometime after that, he convinced me to bring a meth pipe to his house. So, I did.

Fast forward to the time he got pulled over for speeding. The police was in his vehicle, when he told me to open my backpack and not look. So, I obliged.

That evening after work, he picked me up. We had dinner and watched a movie. Went to sleep shortly after that, but then he woke me up. He took me to the living room where he pulled out the meth pipe he was planning to hide in my backpack earlier that day. He takes a few hits, blows it in my face, and offers me some which, with hesitation, I took a hit and ultimately was hooked. That's all it takes, ONE hit.