Autobiography
My sponser asked me to write this.
I was born in Colombia on March 28th 1985. I moved to Florida in 1990 and I had felt different because of my nationality. I rejected my culture and assimilated quickly in preschool. Another thing that separated me from the other children is that I was born with Hemophilia (a blood disease). I felt inferior to other children, and I needed to prove that I wasn’t.
The first time I got high I was around eight years old. I had stuck the tip of my sisters mousse can in my mouth and inhaled the gas. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew it felt good. I remember feeling guilty and not wanting to get caught because my sister would complain about her mousse never working. For a few months I would do it whenever I could and I would look forward to the day they went to Costco.
The first time I tried pot I was 14 years old with my friends that I played dungeons and dragons with. I remember not wanting to try it, but I felt the needed to do it to be accepted by my friends. Besides they were doing it and they seemed to be having a good time. I tried it a couple of more times and I liked it, but I stopped doing it when I started training in Chinese martial arts.
In retrospect my Kung Fu teacher, whom my friends and I Idolized, was most definitely an alcoholic. He would have parties at his house, and one time he lined me and my four friends up and said “Kids, tonight I drank enough to put the four of you in a coma”. He then proceeded to unsheathe his Katana, and perform a Bushido kata. His girlfriend, I think, was also an addict. I heard a story that she got kicked out of a bar in downtown Boca Raton for offering the bartender ecstasy because she couldn’t pay the tab. After a year of dedicated training I got my first rank. I didn’t feel like I deserved it, and shortly after my friend and I got accused of going to a class high, which we were not.
I started smoking pot with my old Dungeons and Dragons friends more and more. My friend from Kung fu and I would also experiment with Hallucinogens for their “mind expanding” properties. Anything from Shrooms to Robo-tussin would suffice. Eventually, I got to hang out with my sisters’ friends, and that is probably when I lost my identity to pot. Everything I thought of and did revolve around the finding ways and means to get and use marijuana. I barely graduated high school, and started my first freshmen year at Palm Beach Community College. After that year I convinced my parents to let me move to Gainesville where my sister was. I had thought that I could re-invent myself here, but in visiting my sister over the years it turns out that everyone already knew me as “Margarita’s little brother who always has the pot”.
I was very insecure and low-self worth had kept me from every being able to get a relationship. This led me to use cocaine, because it helped me lose weight. After going on a week long binge and losing about 15 pounds. The only thing that kept me from using anymore was a rather turbulent “relationship” I had with a girl I worked with that summer.
Once I moved to Gainesville I learned how to drink. What I mean was that though I drank before that, I never did it on a regular basis. I went to a lot of parties, but I never liked the party I was at. I always thought the next party would be better and it never was. The first year I was able to survive thanks to the fact that I lived with my sister. My sister graduated though, and for her graduation present we went to Europe.
I tried to find who I was in Europe. What I found was that I was an addict. I had made Amsterdam my last hoorah and vowed never to do drugs again. When I got back to the States I found out that I couldn’t go a day without smoking pot. I accepted this as a fact and gave into my addiction. Unfortunately the pot stopped getting me high after a little bit. I started to pick cocaine back and it took about 6 months to bring me to my knees. I felt that I had to change my ways before my ways changed me.
I was born in Colombia on March 28th 1985. I moved to Florida in 1990 and I had felt different because of my nationality. I rejected my culture and assimilated quickly in preschool. Another thing that separated me from the other children is that I was born with Hemophilia (a blood disease). I felt inferior to other children, and I needed to prove that I wasn’t.
The first time I got high I was around eight years old. I had stuck the tip of my sisters mousse can in my mouth and inhaled the gas. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew it felt good. I remember feeling guilty and not wanting to get caught because my sister would complain about her mousse never working. For a few months I would do it whenever I could and I would look forward to the day they went to Costco.
The first time I tried pot I was 14 years old with my friends that I played dungeons and dragons with. I remember not wanting to try it, but I felt the needed to do it to be accepted by my friends. Besides they were doing it and they seemed to be having a good time. I tried it a couple of more times and I liked it, but I stopped doing it when I started training in Chinese martial arts.
In retrospect my Kung Fu teacher, whom my friends and I Idolized, was most definitely an alcoholic. He would have parties at his house, and one time he lined me and my four friends up and said “Kids, tonight I drank enough to put the four of you in a coma”. He then proceeded to unsheathe his Katana, and perform a Bushido kata. His girlfriend, I think, was also an addict. I heard a story that she got kicked out of a bar in downtown Boca Raton for offering the bartender ecstasy because she couldn’t pay the tab. After a year of dedicated training I got my first rank. I didn’t feel like I deserved it, and shortly after my friend and I got accused of going to a class high, which we were not.
I started smoking pot with my old Dungeons and Dragons friends more and more. My friend from Kung fu and I would also experiment with Hallucinogens for their “mind expanding” properties. Anything from Shrooms to Robo-tussin would suffice. Eventually, I got to hang out with my sisters’ friends, and that is probably when I lost my identity to pot. Everything I thought of and did revolve around the finding ways and means to get and use marijuana. I barely graduated high school, and started my first freshmen year at Palm Beach Community College. After that year I convinced my parents to let me move to Gainesville where my sister was. I had thought that I could re-invent myself here, but in visiting my sister over the years it turns out that everyone already knew me as “Margarita’s little brother who always has the pot”.
I was very insecure and low-self worth had kept me from every being able to get a relationship. This led me to use cocaine, because it helped me lose weight. After going on a week long binge and losing about 15 pounds. The only thing that kept me from using anymore was a rather turbulent “relationship” I had with a girl I worked with that summer.
Once I moved to Gainesville I learned how to drink. What I mean was that though I drank before that, I never did it on a regular basis. I went to a lot of parties, but I never liked the party I was at. I always thought the next party would be better and it never was. The first year I was able to survive thanks to the fact that I lived with my sister. My sister graduated though, and for her graduation present we went to Europe.
I tried to find who I was in Europe. What I found was that I was an addict. I had made Amsterdam my last hoorah and vowed never to do drugs again. When I got back to the States I found out that I couldn’t go a day without smoking pot. I accepted this as a fact and gave into my addiction. Unfortunately the pot stopped getting me high after a little bit. I started to pick cocaine back and it took about 6 months to bring me to my knees. I felt that I had to change my ways before my ways changed me.