一个家庭的地狱之旅(4)

Dad gives me an ultimatum: go straight into in-patient rehab or that's it-he's not going to give me any more help or support. I don't go. Dad starts talking about Uncle Eric again.

You saw what his problems did to Pappy and Oma. I'm not going to let myself be drawn into this behavior anymore.

I have young children and a wife I need to protect, meaning his second wife Catherine Zeta-Jones and their kids Dylan and Carys. This isn't fair to them.

Don't you love me anymore, Dad? Of course I love you, Cameron. But I'm not going to nurture a relationship with you, because I think you're going to die. I've been seeing a therapist about it.

What? I think you're going to overdose, or someone's going to kill you, or you're going to kill someone. I'm trying to prepare myself emotionally.

Dad calls to say that he's heard I'm being investigated by the DEA. Get out of your house immediately, they're coming for you. He's in town staying at the Beverly Hills Hotel.

When I get there, I see that he's with a man I don't recognize. Mom is here too. Uh-oh. Jesus, Cameron, you're dealing now?

The guy Dad is with extends a hand. Earl Hightower, he says. He explains that he's a drug interventionist, but he's here because the feds are watching me.

Dad pleads with me to get out of the country. This is a federal case, Dad. If they want to get me, they'll get me anywhere.

On July 28, 2009, when I've been a heroin addict for four-and-a-half years, I open my door and see a guy in a New York Yankees hat. He says, I'm a special agent with the DEA.