Have I ever harmed someone as a result of my addiction? Describe.
I stabbed that dude when I was jumped by 12 members of a local gang. I received 15 stitches, two black eyes and multiple bruises from that incident. It was two days prior to my girlfriend’s high school graduation. Ha! I looked great for THAT event.
My friends and I were drinking and smoking weed on a rooftop in town and we saw these dude’s on the street selling powder. Back then powder coke was referred to as ‘butter’. We were all drunk and yelled down to potential customers ‘that shit ain’t butter, its fuckin’ Parkay’ and ‘look at the white boys sellin’ garbage!’. There were only three or four of them that we could see and we really didn’t give a shit.
One of the dudes threw a brick up at us and it hit a wall, bounced and hit my girlfriend in her back. Her brother got pissed and ran down the balcony. I ran after him to back him up.
I got to the alley way that he ran to and he had disappeared. There were, however, about 12 dudes standing in that alley. We started yelling shit at each other, I pulled my knife out and a dude threw a brick or large rock at my head. I ducked and lost my balance. The next thing I knew I was getting kicked and punched by a bunch of mother fuckers. I still had my knife in my hand and thrust out. I still remember feeling it enter and sensing a reaction.
It isn’t clear after that but I remember laying on the ground, answering questions fielded by paramedics and/or police.
I stabbed that dude when I was jumped by 12 members of a local gang. I received 15 stitches, two black eyes and multiple bruises from that incident. It was two days prior to my girlfriend’s high school graduation. Ha! I looked great for THAT event.
My friends and I were drinking and smoking weed on a rooftop in town and we saw these dude’s on the street selling powder. Back then powder coke was referred to as ‘butter’. We were all drunk and yelled down to potential customers ‘that shit ain’t butter, its fuckin’ Parkay’ and ‘look at the white boys sellin’ garbage!’. There were only three or four of them that we could see and we really didn’t give a shit.
One of the dudes threw a brick up at us and it hit a wall, bounced and hit my girlfriend in her back. Her brother got pissed and ran down the balcony. I ran after him to back him up.
I got to the alley way that he ran to and he had disappeared. There were, however, about 12 dudes standing in that alley. We started yelling shit at each other, I pulled my knife out and a dude threw a brick or large rock at my head. I ducked and lost my balance. The next thing I knew I was getting kicked and punched by a bunch of mother fuckers. I still had my knife in my hand and thrust out. I still remember feeling it enter and sensing a reaction.
It isn’t clear after that but I remember laying on the ground, answering questions fielded by paramedics and/or police.