Okay, I believe it is indeed time for another update on the chronicles that is my life. Let’s see, where did I leave off…oh! Right, when the drugs were introduced. Okay, on with the story…
Like I said, my parents got divorced sometime while I was in the 8th grade. Now, you may think that I blame my drug use on this, but that is absolutely and completely false. I happened to get into drugs at this time because my parents were too preoccupied with their own bullshit to see just how fucked up I was getting. That is the honest truth.
I was introduced to marijuana while I was in the 8th grade. I traded someone I am going to call D-Zero a copy of Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 2 for the PC for a nickel bag of weed. Since this was my first bag of weed, it basically sat inside my computer (Yes, I took one of the CD panels off and hid my lone bag of weed inside my shitty packard bell computer) until D-Zero and Dippy had asked me if I wanted to smoke. Now, I was very nervous. This was, after all, my first attempt at consuming drugs. I was in my “gangsta” phase at the time as well, so my choice of footwear for the day happened to be a pair of Timberland boots that were WAY too big for my feet. I chose to wear these not knowing that we would be walking to east bumble fuck and back trying to score weed for these two fools as well. So we finally procured their bag of herb, and made the hike back to Dippy’s pad where I watched D0 roll up a blunt for me, and a blunt for them to share. Now since this was my first time, D0 and I shared a blunt and we probably finished about half of it when I began to feel the effects. My mouth dried, my pupils dilated, and I began to feel a sudden feeling of euphoria and one with everything and everyone. I was extremely giggly, and of course, I was hungry. Those people that are naive to drugs and reading this entry, yes, marijuana does cause the munchies. So we walked up the road towards a Quick Chek and just before we got there I remembered that my mom was working in the deli at that very store. I got extremely paranoid and told these guys that I could not enter the store because my mom would know I was acting differently, so I had them go in and get me a roast beef sub. After going back to Dippy’s house and finishing the sub and listening to some music, I made it clear that I had to go home, so I took what I had left of the blunt and walked home by myself.
That was my first experience with marijuana. I have many other stories to tell about that drug in-particular but I will save them for another time because I want to get to more fun experiences with drugs. So yeah, me, being a freshman in high school, I instantly gravitated towards the stoner crowd and became friends with most of them. There was ND, NP, TC, SM, SD, and probably many more that I smoked with but simply cannot remember their clever little initials right now. Marijuana opened my mind towards a lot of things, one of those things being more drugs of course. You see, when it comes to me, marijuana was certainly a gateway drug. It intrigued me in such a way that if this one chemical can change my perception on life and alter my moods and feelings, that the other drugs out there must also do the same thing but each in it’s own unique way. So I soon made a pact. This being to consume every chemical out there at least one time in my lifetime, hell, perhaps even before I graduated high school.
For my first two years of high school, I found it extremely funny to see all the kids who were calling me crazy for using drugs in junior high were now also using drugs, some even using more and harder drugs than I was. For my freshman and sophomore years though, I was basically strictly a pot smoker. I smoked all different types, but my favorite bags were the ones my buddy ND could get from one of his older brother’s connections. We had no idea of what strands they were, but we simply referred to them as “da dank nuggets” since they were sooo much better than anything else we smoked. The bags were extremely tiny (.6grams for 20 bucks, or 2.0grams for 50) but the bud was so amazing that it was worth it. With pot that good, there was really no use for any other drugs, but my mind soon grew tired of the drug. I actually remember the exact day it happened as well. I was sitting and smoking in ND’s room and we were both sitting there in absolute silence. When ND asked me why I wasn’t talking, I said because there was nothing to talk about, and ever since that day I began to notice something called social anxiety. Certain kinds of pot would make me so paranoid and so anxious and nervous that I would feel that everyone was hearing my thoughts, calling me stupid, or laughing at me, and that right there made me want to experiment with other things.
First came alcohol of course. The first time I got drunk I drank nearly a whole 750ml bottle of Jim Beam and could not see. I literally thought I was blind, and the hangover it gave me made me want to fucking die. Drink a bottle of water, throw it up, and repeat for nearly the entire next day. But yea, since my friend Juice had a mother who would let us smoke and party our asses off in her basement, alcohol became a very good friend to all the pot we would smoke. It wasn’t long before someone stole some painkillers from their mom and introduced them to us as well. The first few times I took them, I took too little a dose and did not feel shit, but I remember my first time getting two 5mg percocets and sinking into my couch like never before. I fell in love with them, and I did have a lot of fun on them before things got out of control, but I am going to save that for the next entry I decide to write. There’s still more fun stuff to tell you alllllllllllll about!
Now around the same time alcohol was thrown into the equation, I became fascinated with mushrooms and LSD. Psychedelics! Yes, I had much fun with these (and still do actually) whenever I could find them. The first time my friends tripped on boomers, I was kinda scared because I hadn’t read up about them enough yet, so I didn’t join in on their little adventure, but a few weeks later, I found out a friend of mine by the name of Vink had a 10-strip of acid and was looking to get rid of a few hits. I told him that I definitely wanted three hits, and that I would be over his house after school to get them. So yeah, I called him after school, and he told me that he was about to go out for the night, and that if I couldn’t get there in like 20 minutes then I would have to see him tomorrow. This will just go to show you how much I wanted to trip. I hopped on my fucking mongoose (The bike, you fools. I didn’t ride around on a wild mongoose) and rode to his house in 11 minutes flat! I listened to the first 3.5 songs on 311’s Self-Titled album on the way to his house and found his dad outside washing his harley. I ran inside to find Vink in his room ripping apart my 3 tabs from the 10-strip. So yeah, I made it there on time, took my time going home, and invited my friend’s ND and SM to join me on a crazy acid trip in my small ass room that night. I will save the story of this trip for another time, but yeah that is what started my fascination with hallucinogenic drugs. Since that first acid trip, every summer I made sure to procure enough liquid LSD or mushrooms to make it through the summer. I also had a ball with Salvia Divinorum, which is a plant that is smoked and produces intense out of body visions in almost a dreamlike fashion. I experimented with MDMA during this time too, but did not find it too fun unless I had some pure MDMA on my hand or some really pure pressed pills. A lot of the pressed pills I got were cut with garbage and thus lead to shitty experiences.
After the psychedelics wore thin, during my senior year in high school actually, I was living with my mom at the time, and like I mentioned in my previous post, she was also in a very bad place at the time with her crackhead boyfriend, so I was allowed to smoke, drink, or basically do anything I wanted to in the apartment. I took advantage of this and hosted a plethora of parties my senior year, where drugs, booze, and girls were a-plenty! This is when things began to take a bit of a darker turn. I tried cocaine for my first time that year, and I loved it if I had alcohol or painkillers to bring me down afterwards. I also caught my first addiction to oxycodone (oxycontin, percocet, ya know, painkillers) at this time too, but I was too young to really take notice to it so I got through it rather easy, but as this year and the next went on, the parties got smaller and the drugs got harder, things started to take a darker turn. I’ll get to this in my next update.
Until then, this is Legz signing out!
Like I said, my parents got divorced sometime while I was in the 8th grade. Now, you may think that I blame my drug use on this, but that is absolutely and completely false. I happened to get into drugs at this time because my parents were too preoccupied with their own bullshit to see just how fucked up I was getting. That is the honest truth.
I was introduced to marijuana while I was in the 8th grade. I traded someone I am going to call D-Zero a copy of Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 2 for the PC for a nickel bag of weed. Since this was my first bag of weed, it basically sat inside my computer (Yes, I took one of the CD panels off and hid my lone bag of weed inside my shitty packard bell computer) until D-Zero and Dippy had asked me if I wanted to smoke. Now, I was very nervous. This was, after all, my first attempt at consuming drugs. I was in my “gangsta” phase at the time as well, so my choice of footwear for the day happened to be a pair of Timberland boots that were WAY too big for my feet. I chose to wear these not knowing that we would be walking to east bumble fuck and back trying to score weed for these two fools as well. So we finally procured their bag of herb, and made the hike back to Dippy’s pad where I watched D0 roll up a blunt for me, and a blunt for them to share. Now since this was my first time, D0 and I shared a blunt and we probably finished about half of it when I began to feel the effects. My mouth dried, my pupils dilated, and I began to feel a sudden feeling of euphoria and one with everything and everyone. I was extremely giggly, and of course, I was hungry. Those people that are naive to drugs and reading this entry, yes, marijuana does cause the munchies. So we walked up the road towards a Quick Chek and just before we got there I remembered that my mom was working in the deli at that very store. I got extremely paranoid and told these guys that I could not enter the store because my mom would know I was acting differently, so I had them go in and get me a roast beef sub. After going back to Dippy’s house and finishing the sub and listening to some music, I made it clear that I had to go home, so I took what I had left of the blunt and walked home by myself.
That was my first experience with marijuana. I have many other stories to tell about that drug in-particular but I will save them for another time because I want to get to more fun experiences with drugs. So yeah, me, being a freshman in high school, I instantly gravitated towards the stoner crowd and became friends with most of them. There was ND, NP, TC, SM, SD, and probably many more that I smoked with but simply cannot remember their clever little initials right now. Marijuana opened my mind towards a lot of things, one of those things being more drugs of course. You see, when it comes to me, marijuana was certainly a gateway drug. It intrigued me in such a way that if this one chemical can change my perception on life and alter my moods and feelings, that the other drugs out there must also do the same thing but each in it’s own unique way. So I soon made a pact. This being to consume every chemical out there at least one time in my lifetime, hell, perhaps even before I graduated high school.
For my first two years of high school, I found it extremely funny to see all the kids who were calling me crazy for using drugs in junior high were now also using drugs, some even using more and harder drugs than I was. For my freshman and sophomore years though, I was basically strictly a pot smoker. I smoked all different types, but my favorite bags were the ones my buddy ND could get from one of his older brother’s connections. We had no idea of what strands they were, but we simply referred to them as “da dank nuggets” since they were sooo much better than anything else we smoked. The bags were extremely tiny (.6grams for 20 bucks, or 2.0grams for 50) but the bud was so amazing that it was worth it. With pot that good, there was really no use for any other drugs, but my mind soon grew tired of the drug. I actually remember the exact day it happened as well. I was sitting and smoking in ND’s room and we were both sitting there in absolute silence. When ND asked me why I wasn’t talking, I said because there was nothing to talk about, and ever since that day I began to notice something called social anxiety. Certain kinds of pot would make me so paranoid and so anxious and nervous that I would feel that everyone was hearing my thoughts, calling me stupid, or laughing at me, and that right there made me want to experiment with other things.
First came alcohol of course. The first time I got drunk I drank nearly a whole 750ml bottle of Jim Beam and could not see. I literally thought I was blind, and the hangover it gave me made me want to fucking die. Drink a bottle of water, throw it up, and repeat for nearly the entire next day. But yea, since my friend Juice had a mother who would let us smoke and party our asses off in her basement, alcohol became a very good friend to all the pot we would smoke. It wasn’t long before someone stole some painkillers from their mom and introduced them to us as well. The first few times I took them, I took too little a dose and did not feel shit, but I remember my first time getting two 5mg percocets and sinking into my couch like never before. I fell in love with them, and I did have a lot of fun on them before things got out of control, but I am going to save that for the next entry I decide to write. There’s still more fun stuff to tell you alllllllllllll about!
Now around the same time alcohol was thrown into the equation, I became fascinated with mushrooms and LSD. Psychedelics! Yes, I had much fun with these (and still do actually) whenever I could find them. The first time my friends tripped on boomers, I was kinda scared because I hadn’t read up about them enough yet, so I didn’t join in on their little adventure, but a few weeks later, I found out a friend of mine by the name of Vink had a 10-strip of acid and was looking to get rid of a few hits. I told him that I definitely wanted three hits, and that I would be over his house after school to get them. So yeah, I called him after school, and he told me that he was about to go out for the night, and that if I couldn’t get there in like 20 minutes then I would have to see him tomorrow. This will just go to show you how much I wanted to trip. I hopped on my fucking mongoose (The bike, you fools. I didn’t ride around on a wild mongoose) and rode to his house in 11 minutes flat! I listened to the first 3.5 songs on 311’s Self-Titled album on the way to his house and found his dad outside washing his harley. I ran inside to find Vink in his room ripping apart my 3 tabs from the 10-strip. So yeah, I made it there on time, took my time going home, and invited my friend’s ND and SM to join me on a crazy acid trip in my small ass room that night. I will save the story of this trip for another time, but yeah that is what started my fascination with hallucinogenic drugs. Since that first acid trip, every summer I made sure to procure enough liquid LSD or mushrooms to make it through the summer. I also had a ball with Salvia Divinorum, which is a plant that is smoked and produces intense out of body visions in almost a dreamlike fashion. I experimented with MDMA during this time too, but did not find it too fun unless I had some pure MDMA on my hand or some really pure pressed pills. A lot of the pressed pills I got were cut with garbage and thus lead to shitty experiences.
After the psychedelics wore thin, during my senior year in high school actually, I was living with my mom at the time, and like I mentioned in my previous post, she was also in a very bad place at the time with her crackhead boyfriend, so I was allowed to smoke, drink, or basically do anything I wanted to in the apartment. I took advantage of this and hosted a plethora of parties my senior year, where drugs, booze, and girls were a-plenty! This is when things began to take a bit of a darker turn. I tried cocaine for my first time that year, and I loved it if I had alcohol or painkillers to bring me down afterwards. I also caught my first addiction to oxycodone (oxycontin, percocet, ya know, painkillers) at this time too, but I was too young to really take notice to it so I got through it rather easy, but as this year and the next went on, the parties got smaller and the drugs got harder, things started to take a darker turn. I’ll get to this in my next update.
Until then, this is Legz signing out!