Story 1: ‘Skipping school’
In 2018, my Senior year of High School I was a big stoner. I used to take the bus in the mornings, get into the school, then go to this secluded staircase that was used to go into the Wrestling room. I remember hanging out on the staircase and hitting my dab cart ( a weed pen ). I guess I got too high because I literally decided to leave school. I went out the emergency exit. It didn’t trigger any alarms funnily enough. Then I just walked home. It was like a 3 mile walk. I then got home and stole my Dad’s nicotine vape on his nightstand. I then went to my room and watched Netflix.
Then cops showed up at my doorstep. My school had saw me leave the school on the cameras. So the cops came in and asked why I left and what I was doing now. I don’t remember what I said to them in regards to why I left, but I know that I told them that I was watching Netflix.
They were very confused. Skipping school to watch netflix? Lol. To be honest, it didn’t matter what I was doing. These were the early days of me vaping nicotine, meaning that hitting the nic stick felt insanely good. I could have been sick in bed with ebola but if you let me vape anytime I wanted, man, it’d be ecstasy.
I can’t describe how good nicotine feels, especially just starting out. It’s literally free euphoria. I have yet to find the same feeling that easily. But it is bad for you for sure, certainly bad on the wallet, brain and lungs.
After that, the cops either left, or I went to the kitchen and they detained me and made me go the hospital, I don’t remember.
Later on, when the school asked why I left, I said I had my period. Obviously that wasn’t true and I confessed later on. This was part of a lot of misbehaviors I had been doing at the school, and I eventually got 5 days in school suspension for it.
Story 2: “My first ‘fight’”
In my freshman year of high school, I took a robotics class. I was fortunate enough to sit next to one of my brother’s friends, who was really cool and we became friends as well.
At that time, as well as now, I was pretty overweight. I showed up to class one day wearing tight shorts that were very short. A dude who sat behind me, in the middle of class, said ” You’re so fat max” and started laughing.
I then grabbed his robot on his desk, chucked it on the ground and smashed it, and the guy sitting next to me kicked it to the side lol.
Then, the guy walked over to me, said some shit, and punched me in the face. I then punched him back.
I did all this I think because I wanted to seem cool to my brother’s friend.
Long story short, we both went to the principal’s office and we both got 5 days in school suspension.
In retrospect though, I don’t think I should have gotten ISS. Yes, I provoked him by destroying his robot, but that is not equivalent to assault. I only punched him for self-defense.
If you’ve never been to a school’s in school suspension: it’s horrible. You cannot attend any sports during the days you have it, and it’s really boring.
You sit at a desk from 7am to 3pm everyday. You do school assignments or read or whatever. It doesn’t sound too bad but it’s gets old real fast. Fortunately there are computers where I snuck an earbud in to listen to music on.
You also aren’t supposed to sleep but the guy supervising us kind of let me get away with it.
Story 3: ‘ A bad trip’
The first time I took LSD was with two guys from high school. We’ll call them H and T. I remember being pretty young and taking it, like 14 or 15. I then remember we went to the beach and sat under a tree in the shade.
I decided to take a vow of silence. I basically did not say a word for hours. I think I did it to feel cool but also so I could observe things in the best way.
Long story short, H was a long time friend who I trusted. T was a one off kinda guy who for me and H, this was our first time hanging out with T.
T was part of the ‘bad crowd’, being friends with heroin addicts and also having dropped out of high school. H had always told me that T was an idiot but I felt the opposite. I always thought that T was cool and knew how to have a good time.
Weirdly during this trip, I wanted to party, which is strange for a psychedelic.
So yeah, the whole trip I kept asking my friends if we could party and where.
So finally, it’s night time, and T told us that he was leaving to go party. He asked if we wanted to go. H said no, and that he liked chilling at his house and didn’t want to party.
I felt bad, but decided to go with T.
I’m still tripping balls pretty hard and I remember walking with T for a few miles, and I remember walking up a hill listening to the sounds of our footsteps crunching against the pavement as if I was listening to a rhythmic song.
We arrive at T’s friends house, and we walk in, and it feels sketchy as shit. The lights were dim, and we went through the living room to see a white and black dude laying back on their couch, pretty much half-conscious. It also reeks of weed. The black dude I had seen before, because we had ISS together.
T talks to them and tells them that we should drive to a party.
Stupidly, me and T get in the car with them, and the white dude who was pretty much half alive starts driving us to the party.
A few minutes later I got a bunch of intrusive thoughts and started panicking because I was extremely sure that we’d get into an accident.
So I told them to stop the car and I got out.
Then I walked back to H’s house having a mini panick attack and feeling as if I was dying.
I then meet up with H and another close friend, and we go to that close friends’ house. Then we watched the movie trainspotting and I fell asleep.
Long story short, it’s not wise to party on LSD or get in the car and let someone who’s been nodding off, drive.
Also, I have no idea what T is doing today. And, the two guys that were nodding off in the house we went to, I have no idea about either. There are some theories that it was a trap house and that the dude’s parents had died and left the house all to the guys.
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