times change quick
Its weird to think that my entire year of 18 I was doing insane drugs and should have died by the amount I took. Coke, E, Pain Killers of all sorts. And then to think that now I don't even touch weed, until this past Saturday.
I was picked up at six thirty on Saturday night by a packed car of weed junkies. I knew one person in the vehicle, Jessica. A girl I went to school with since kindergarden till sophmore year in highschool. She was one of my best friends in elementary school, up till 8th grade when I decided to hangout with a new group of kids. The group I clicked off into eventually had more kids click of which I was one of and that went into parties and lots of weed. She on the other hand stand quiet and sober. Little did I know that when she moved she became somebody else.
That night I smoked 9 blunts with four other people. On top of that a ripped some hits from a bong. Oh how I know realize how much I miss those. The next day we smoked about 4 more and drank a little. I caved, but it was a good cave. Pot is pot. I felt 15 all over again. My mind was racing or raw material that would be humorous in a great movie. Unfortunately I can not remember half of the ideas I wanted so badly to right down at the time . It was my day off and I was relaxed, content. Never again can I smoke so much damn weed within less then 18 hours.
Back to the point of my story. She turned into me and I turned into her. I went quiet and good, she went loud and full of character. Yikes. And it wasn't even because of the drugs, I lost myself before I even did any in my life. Where did I go? I'm not sure wether to complain or not.
Next month I am 20. I have had a steady relationship for almost one year now. I am not an addict, anymore.Well maybe i never was but i was deff influenced easily. And after the weekend I know that for sure, if someone wanted to smoke with me today I'd be able to say no.
Where am I going with this? haha
Dinner! cheesesteak baby!
I was picked up at six thirty on Saturday night by a packed car of weed junkies. I knew one person in the vehicle, Jessica. A girl I went to school with since kindergarden till sophmore year in highschool. She was one of my best friends in elementary school, up till 8th grade when I decided to hangout with a new group of kids. The group I clicked off into eventually had more kids click of which I was one of and that went into parties and lots of weed. She on the other hand stand quiet and sober. Little did I know that when she moved she became somebody else.
That night I smoked 9 blunts with four other people. On top of that a ripped some hits from a bong. Oh how I know realize how much I miss those. The next day we smoked about 4 more and drank a little. I caved, but it was a good cave. Pot is pot. I felt 15 all over again. My mind was racing or raw material that would be humorous in a great movie. Unfortunately I can not remember half of the ideas I wanted so badly to right down at the time . It was my day off and I was relaxed, content. Never again can I smoke so much damn weed within less then 18 hours.
Back to the point of my story. She turned into me and I turned into her. I went quiet and good, she went loud and full of character. Yikes. And it wasn't even because of the drugs, I lost myself before I even did any in my life. Where did I go? I'm not sure wether to complain or not.
Next month I am 20. I have had a steady relationship for almost one year now. I am not an addict, anymore.Well maybe i never was but i was deff influenced easily. And after the weekend I know that for sure, if someone wanted to smoke with me today I'd be able to say no.
Where am I going with this? haha
Dinner! cheesesteak baby!