I was 15 years old when this happened. High school for me is a real blur because I was so drunk and high all the time. We partied all the time and by the time I was 16 I had been arrested 2 times. Once for a lying to the police. Yes, I was a liar. Anyway, I was 15 driving my parent vehicle while under the influence of alcohol, got pulled over and told the cop I was my brother Stan. Not sure why the cop let me go but he did. My brother got the ticket in the mail, went to court, and said "I didn't get this ticket" the officer was there and said "this is not the guy". A few hours later the cop showed up at my door with hand cuffs and hauled me off to jail.
The second time I was 16, just got my license and yep, you guessed it, DUI. Hmmm, I am starting to think this kid has a problem.
I was one of those kids that could smile and say everything is OK and I will never do that again. Everyone believed me. I believed me.
And then when everything was going good, I would think. I can have just one.But you see, I am an addict and for me one is too many and a thousand is never enough. and so the cycle would start again.
I want to jump ahead to my 18th birthday, the day I became a "MAN". I am a man now, I can make my own decisions. I didn't say good decisions, I said my own decisions.
The first "Man" decision I made was to check myself out of high school. Why not, wasn't close to graduating. The second was even better, I was going to quit alcohol, caused too many problems. I think you will like the third, this was my best yet, I would only smoke meth because I could stay awake and get more done. Yes, that was my third "Man" decision.
In my next blog I am going to take you deep into the mind of a meth addict. Where we go, what we do, and who we do it with. You will want to read the next post because this keeps getting better or not ...