wikiidgremlin
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Nov 15, 2015
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Hello, I'm somewhat new here, (greenlighter) and decided that I should introduce myself. For the sake of privacy, I will call myself Gremlin, so dubbed by my peers.
Background
I grew up in a split home. My parents finalized their divorce in 1987, when I was six years old. I was exposed to substances at an early age, as one side of my family blazed in front of me, and my mother had a boyfriend that would get geeked on crack and would toss her around the room in a fury when he ran out. Fast forward to September 18th, 1993. My mother's brother was killed by a police officer at the age of 21. He was crossing the street late at night and was struck and killed...the cop didn't have his blues on and was doing at least double the posted speed limit of 35 mph. At 12 years old, I found the only way to cope with my grief was through substances. The fact that the officer was also the DARE officer at my school only fueled my drug induced fire. I got arrested by the sorry excuse for a human being on purpose at a school dance simply so I could sit in the back of his cruiser and call him a piece of shit.
Substances
Jesus, what haven't I tried? I think DMT, peyote, ayahuasca, and Krockadil would be the only ones I haven't touched. I was exposed to alcohol at a very young age as I would run around the room and steal my uncle or my grandfather's beers in my diapers. I discovered cannabis after the death of my mother's youngest brother. In grade school, I was a straight A student, all the way up to Junior High, and my grades plummeted after my uncle's death. All I cared about was getting stoned (not much has changed, lol) to ease my severe emotional pain. Two years later at 13, a buddy of mine got ahold of some White Lightning blotter and all I could picture was my dopey phys-ed teacher saying, "It'll make you hear colors and see sounds!" I found that LSD provided a much better escape from reality. When I was 18, my 16 year old cousin (my aunt's son on my mother's side) committed suicide...he hung himself in my aunt's backyard. I met my ex-fiance at a cookout for his memorial; she introduced me to ecstacy...not molly but doublestack pills. I got her pregnant and she had a miscarriage 10 months into our relatilnship. At 22, I started doing coke, and then did whatever I needed to do to fund a 2 gram a day habit for 4 months, along with the yellow 10 mg percs that I referred to as yellowjackets. I quit everything including cigarettes when I turned 25 and started working out and taking care of myself. That lasted all of but a year until I met my 2nd fiance...I stopped going to the gym and we started hitting the bars, hard at that. We broke up and I turned back to my old friend cocaine, smoking it this time around. I got fired from my job as a manufacturing chemist and ended up in an in-parient rehabilitation facility where I was diagnosed as having schizoaffective disorder. I got out after 30 some odd days and was completely sober for 4 whole months while staying at a homeless shelter. Sobriety did not last long, and as soon as I came down from the pink cloud and hit the wall, I hit the bottle and the blunt.
Duration
I think I might have covered that.
Adverse Effects
I died once, overdosed on suboxone and alcohol. Can't think of any other adverse effects besides that.
Warnings
Don't be dumb...I was, and almost paid with my life. If you ever have second thoughts about doing something, you probably shouldn't do it.
Miscellaneous
I hope you all enjoyed or at least took something back from my story.
Background
I grew up in a split home. My parents finalized their divorce in 1987, when I was six years old. I was exposed to substances at an early age, as one side of my family blazed in front of me, and my mother had a boyfriend that would get geeked on crack and would toss her around the room in a fury when he ran out. Fast forward to September 18th, 1993. My mother's brother was killed by a police officer at the age of 21. He was crossing the street late at night and was struck and killed...the cop didn't have his blues on and was doing at least double the posted speed limit of 35 mph. At 12 years old, I found the only way to cope with my grief was through substances. The fact that the officer was also the DARE officer at my school only fueled my drug induced fire. I got arrested by the sorry excuse for a human being on purpose at a school dance simply so I could sit in the back of his cruiser and call him a piece of shit.
Substances
Jesus, what haven't I tried? I think DMT, peyote, ayahuasca, and Krockadil would be the only ones I haven't touched. I was exposed to alcohol at a very young age as I would run around the room and steal my uncle or my grandfather's beers in my diapers. I discovered cannabis after the death of my mother's youngest brother. In grade school, I was a straight A student, all the way up to Junior High, and my grades plummeted after my uncle's death. All I cared about was getting stoned (not much has changed, lol) to ease my severe emotional pain. Two years later at 13, a buddy of mine got ahold of some White Lightning blotter and all I could picture was my dopey phys-ed teacher saying, "It'll make you hear colors and see sounds!" I found that LSD provided a much better escape from reality. When I was 18, my 16 year old cousin (my aunt's son on my mother's side) committed suicide...he hung himself in my aunt's backyard. I met my ex-fiance at a cookout for his memorial; she introduced me to ecstacy...not molly but doublestack pills. I got her pregnant and she had a miscarriage 10 months into our relatilnship. At 22, I started doing coke, and then did whatever I needed to do to fund a 2 gram a day habit for 4 months, along with the yellow 10 mg percs that I referred to as yellowjackets. I quit everything including cigarettes when I turned 25 and started working out and taking care of myself. That lasted all of but a year until I met my 2nd fiance...I stopped going to the gym and we started hitting the bars, hard at that. We broke up and I turned back to my old friend cocaine, smoking it this time around. I got fired from my job as a manufacturing chemist and ended up in an in-parient rehabilitation facility where I was diagnosed as having schizoaffective disorder. I got out after 30 some odd days and was completely sober for 4 whole months while staying at a homeless shelter. Sobriety did not last long, and as soon as I came down from the pink cloud and hit the wall, I hit the bottle and the blunt.
Duration
I think I might have covered that.
Adverse Effects
I died once, overdosed on suboxone and alcohol. Can't think of any other adverse effects besides that.
Warnings
Don't be dumb...I was, and almost paid with my life. If you ever have second thoughts about doing something, you probably shouldn't do it.
Miscellaneous
I hope you all enjoyed or at least took something back from my story.
