I was always impressed and fascinated by my friends who did/do drugs.
14-17: It didn't occur to me to try drugs, any drug.
I flirted with it during those timespans, and it didn't really mean anything. I bought some marijuanna from a friend at school in 10th grade. For 10 $, it came in a cute plastic case, with a few rolling papers, and a tiny amount of weed(Now I would say 2 grams or so). I tried smoking it, but I couldn't. For the life of me I just could not figure out how. Ain't I bright
I ended up eating the remainder, to savor the experiance.(This was while visiting for the weekend at my dads place while he was out)
I had also tried, smoking a pixie stick that year. Also tried drinking some liquor in the cabinet tring to be daring, well it ended up burning my tongue and I stopped right there
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Somewhere in the duration of my 10th grade year, a person my age who I was living with brought me behind a church near where we use to live. And we lit up a tobacco cigarrette. I still remember the buzz from that cigarrette. It kicked my ass, and I coughed, and got dizzy and I think my head hurt. Now the year before at school, between portables(At school), some friends were smoking a cigarrette, I think I remember just hitting it quickly.
Life was so incrediable at that age.
I moved back to my hometown after my 10th grade year. And new friends gravitated to me, I had developed a structure that was anti-structure, and beyond goth. Many of my new friends, did drugs. I would eventually change persona again, the outlook of my circle of friends changed with this. I was living on this surge of beauty and observation. I accepted everything for the beauty it was, and began fathoming balances.
I was always offered drugs, when one of my best friends moved out on his own, and I would go chill at the complex he was staying at. There was this dood, named Carlos, who always said "Fuck Mickey Mouse", and he smoked crack, and the other neighbors did lots of weed. I was always offered. Friends I was with offered me whatever was there, and some other friends tried to protect me(Mostly female friends, who knew I never did any drugs) from tring anything. I always thought, that I wanted to wait to smoke pot until I could see a friend from tenth grade who I really missed, who was into party and drugs.
The main reason I didn't wanna try drugs, was because I didn't want my perception tampered with. I was writing alot of music, and poetry, and didn't want ANYTHING to disrupt that.
Then came twelth grade, I sort of morphed into a hippie, with my long hair, very romantic towards all.
After I graduated, I had my car, I said goodbye, and moved to the area where I lived in 10th grade. Met up with old friends, made new friends. Crashed with a friend's fiancee, where I would first smoke generous amounts of pot(With the person I wanted to). The people I was staying with were evicted from their house. They didn't pay rent(They smoked alot), so I rented a place where we both could crash with money I saved up.
Then moved back to my hometown, to share a house in the middle of nowhere with about 8 really good friends. It was dubbed "The house that never sleeps"(Original huh)(Parties EVERY day and night), we wrote all over the walls, had a toilet in the living room, a few couches, some cats, and two bedrooms.
I watched them do massive amounts of coke, no-doz, 'script drugs, duster, nitrous, pot, alcohol, E, acid, and shrooms. What I did was: alcohol and pot. I didn't have any desire to try anything else.(It didn't even cross my mind)
Upon moving to Daytona, with a heavy toker friend I had met through another friend. And with a few rascels from the old place. I did uh more pot, alcohol, and tried poppers.
In mid-July tried E, with friends(Who I had met in Daytona). What an increadable experiance from so many fronts.
It concluded with a afterglow lasting two months.
Four months later I decided to move out on my own. Became fairly deepressed ... between landlord, ...work. Friends I had met in Daytona, moved to other cities.(I was asked if I wanted to move to Georgia, but decided to stay). Plus I lost contact with hometown friends around this time.
Very hard time, winter was starting, and I was just having a nervous breakdown.
I did make good friends with a older lady who had the same job as me. She lived up the street, and I had gone to parties at her house, then begun hanging out. She drank, smoked, rolled, tripped so on. She lived with cool people(Her son, and others). I evenutally decided to move into the same apartment complex. I rolled with them a few times, and tried other things.
Two weeks later, I met up with bluelighters, After extensive ongoing research, and new interests being sparked. I had tried, G, K, nitrous, foxy, many legal drugs/suppliments, Salvia, acid, various others, and, and, and vicks
applesbliss
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