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An up-close portrait of the mind of an addict and a life unraveled by narcoticsa memoir of captivating urgency and surprising humor that puts a human face on the opioid crisis.

Raw, brutal, and shocking. Move over, Orange Is the New Black.Amy Dresner, author of My Fair Junkie

When word got out that Tiffany Jenkins was withdrawing from opiates on the floor of a jail cell, people in her town were shocked. Not because of the twenty felonies shed committed, or the nature of her crimes, or even that shed been captain of the high school cheerleading squad just a few years earlier, but because her boyfriend was a Deputy Sherriff, and his friendstheir friendswere the ones whod arrested her.
A raw and twisty page-turning memoir that reads like fiction, High Achiever spans Tiffanys life as an active opioid addict, her 120 days in a Florida jail where every officer despised what shed...

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High Achiever is a work of nonfiction. Some names and identifying details have been changed.

Copyright 2017 by Tiffany Jenkins

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Harmony Books, an imprint of Random House, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York.

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Harmony Books is a registered trademark, and the Circle colophon is a trademark of Penguin Random House LLC.

Originally self-published by the author in 2017.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available upon request.

ISBN9780593135938

Ebook ISBN9780593135969

Cover design by Sarah Horgan

Cover photograph by Flynn Larsen/Image Source

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For my parents, Tina & Freddy. If it werent for you two, I wouldnt be here today. Literally and figuratively. I miss you both and hope Im making you proud.

Authors Note

Just so you know, I have changed the names of people, as well as a lot of the details of their identities. Ive also changed certain locations. In addition, I have omitted certain of the more monotonous details of the court process for narrative flow. These events occurred before I got married so my maiden name, Tiffany Johnson, is used throughout the story.

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The light from the flash was blinding. Id been ordered to remove my glasses for the picture, and I could see nothing for a moment. I hadnt washed my hair in three days, and since I was arrested directly from my bed, where Id been sleeping, the mugshot about to be plastered all over the papers and the local news broadcasts was most likely just as horrendous as the crimes that started the whole ordeal.

I am going to uncuff you, briefly, so that you can remove your jewelry and place it in this bag. Once you do that, you will head to that holding cell right there, the officer said, pointing. And change out of your clothes. You look to be a large, so here, take these, she said, handing me a polyester jumpsuit. She reached into a nearby bin and pulled out a pair of rubber flip-flops.

These are your new shoes. You will wear them at all timesincluding when you take a shower. Dont lose them. She thrust the shoes into my already full hands and nudged me toward the cell. I tried my best not to think about all the different feet that had already worn these rubber shoes, but, despite my best efforts, I was haunted by the thought of how many different species of bacteria would soon be inhabiting my toes.

I jumped when the metal door slammed behind me. The room was dark and the acidic smell of urine was overwhelming. I held my breath and quickly stripped off my clothes before slipping into the jumpsuit. It felt like I was wearing cardboard. The female deputy had been observing me through the window and opened the door once I was dressed.

Put your stuff in here. She held out a brown paper bag and I stared at my belongings as I dropped them in. My heart sank as she folded up the bag and handed it to another deputy. My clothes were no longer my own; they belonged to the county now. Cmon, you gotta see the nurse for some blood work and a pregnancy test. For a moment, I secretly prayed I was pregnant. Maybe then they would let me go home.

Home. I wasnt even sure where that was anymore. I certainly couldnt go back to where I was living. In fact, by now, my belongings were most likely packed and sitting outside.

As I sat down on the cold metal chair across from the nurse, I suddenly realized how shitty I felt, physically. The chair was freezing, yet somehow I was sweating. My bones began aching and my eyes watered uncontrollably. I was sick.

Okay, MissssJohnson. Im going to do a couple of tests, but first Id like to ask you a series of questions, she said, grabbing a nearby clipboard.

Name?

Tiffany Johnson.

Age?

Twenty-seven.

Weight?

Gah. Like one-sixty, I think?

Currently taking any medication?

I hesitated. She glanced up at me and repeated the question. Are you currently taking any medication? Yes or no.

Yes.

What medication?

I took a deep breath, and began. Dilaudid, Roxicodone, OxyContin, Xanax, Percocet, Lortab, Vicodin, and marijuana. Im not sure if that last one counts as medication but

Okay. And would you describe the crimes you have been charged with as shocking in nature?

Yes. Yes, I would.

She looked up at me over the rim of her glasses as she set her pen down and leaned back in her seat. Okay, I dont usually do this, but you have piqued my interest. Would you mind telling me why you consider your crimes to be shocking in nature?

As I proceeded to tell her what happened, I watched her expression morph from confusion, to shock, to disgust, then back to confusion as she leaned forward to check something off on her clipboard. Okay, yes, I would say that counts as shocking in nature, definitely, she said, attempting to regain focus.

She cleared her throat and nervously glanced up at me as she made some notes. All right, since you are obviously going to be experiencing a severe withdrawal from opiates, we are going to keep you in Medical for a few days before bringing you to the general population. There we will be able to monitor you to make sure you have a safe detox. I am just going to quickly get a few samples from you and then they will take you down.

I watched intently as she prepared her syringe, and my stomach doubled over on itself at the sight. My palms began to perspire and suddenly I felt as if I might explode. My skin crawled and my legs were restless. It had only been about twenty hours since Id last gotten high and I already felt like shit. This was going to fucking suck.

The officer didnt say a word as she led me to my cell. She slid the heavy metal door open and slammed it shut behind me, making me jump two feet. I wasnt sure Id ever get used to that. I turned to ask her when I would be getting my phone callId seen this in moviesbut she was gone. I turned back around and took inventory of my tiny room. There was a metal toilet, a metal sink, a roll of toilet paper, and a large plastic tub on the floor; I was assuming I was supposed to put this plastic mat I was holding inside the tub to sleep.

Suddenly I felt something brush against my foot, and I let out a scream that sounded like someone being murdered. It was then that I noticed I wasnt alone. On the floor to my left there was another tub, and it was occupied. The person was wrapped from head to toe in a wool blanket, completely covered. All I could see was the outline of her body.

I quietly placed my mat in the tub on the floor next to this mystery person and lay down. My withdrawal was going to take place in jail, and the realization that I was actually an inmate began to settle in. I stared at my cellmates shape for what seemed like an eternity, trying to imagine what kind of criminal I was trapped in a tiny room with. My thought process was interrupted by a loud click as the door to our cell was opened. An inmate in a red-striped jumpsuit slid two trays across the floor and promptly shut the door. Before I could even process the contents of the tray, the wool blanket went flying and my cellmate sat straight up and stared at me.

Oh shit, its awake. Dont panic, I thought, giving her an awkward smile.

You finna eat cho dinner? she asked, burning a hole into my soul with her angry gaze.

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