"The good news is I'm only 19...this is my time to have fun til I have to grow up and become one of yall. "
1 thing:
Don't dare to think about taking cocaine.
Inform yourself before taking a drug - it could seriously affect your life.
I know a doctor working as psychiatrist - we spoke with him about drugs a lot. He told me cocaine is in his eyes as addictive as heroin with the difference that cocaine seriously kills your inner organs (including brain). it is as addictive because you feel absolutely superb - you feel so good that you want this feeling again- sooner or later - better soon. For once I believe the doctor - he worked with a lot of coke addicted people and he says this happens to all kind of people. Business guys - managers - you name it. In contrary heroin - nobody like a manager would take it. People keep thinking a bit of coke is no problem - this is not true. Only because a lot of people take it makes it more harmless - it makes it more dangerous because you have the imagination that you can control it. And when you get addicted to coke you're done man... this isn't heroin without big side effects - this kills you man.
I personally know 2 people who got addicted to coke. One was a neighbour - he still is in an establishment to get away from it (he in fact ruined his life - he still has drug problems 10 years later because he took coke..) The second one was the boyfriend of a female friend (how you call those here?) - he became addicted and she ended their relationship.
Concerning alcohol: I was drunk first time with 14. My uncle died of alcohol with 40 in his bathtub - a beer besides of it. (btw my grandfather died of lung cancer - i heard him breathe as he lay in his bed where he died... you certainly don't want to die like that - it was kind of 'breath in' 'keep breath as long as possible' 'try longer' 'body forces you to breathe and you breathe - but like you just reached the water surface and you have to go down in 2 seconds again')
I'll tell you about weed a little bit.
I got some friends you think are stoned all the time - but they are not, they quit years ago smoking pot. They smoked too much pot as they were young. Don't smoke if you're younger than 18.
Aside from that - i'm living in the middle of the town Basel - really in the center with a view on a central place. We got a roof deck and yes - I grew 3 little plants there of which I wanna share you some pictures.
Those 3 plants produced like 400-500 gramms of wicked b52 and early pearl outdoor.
One time I crashed with my bicycle in a turn - i was very fast and i landed on my stomach. I was sliding on the floor til my bicycle crashed in a houseborder - the wheel got totally twisted from the impact. As i was sliding on the floor I realized that my hand was stuck under my stomach. A clashing deep wound on the back of the hand but whatever - I went around a corner and bought a hamburger.
There was one time where I prevented a fight being drunk - it doesn't fit the image of being drunk but somehow it always worked for me that way. it's not a great story but I just felt like writing a bit of it - so here we go.
it wasn't in town a bit more in the outside. We were at a birthdayparty of a friend who had turned 20. The place was in a very small house surrounded by a high fence - the house was more like a cabinet. As we arrived at the bus station like >500 meters away there were some 14-16 kids throwing stones after us - not deadly strong throws but still..... We just kept walking ahead and made fun of their baggy pants.
It was later as some girls were about to arrive and one guy decided to go to the bus station and get them. He got beaten up and arrived with a bloodied face later - he said he was somehow able to escape after he got hit in the face and kicked in the stomach as he lay on the floor.- i guess they let him go. He wasn't really badly injured but bleeding he was.
Some minutes later they lined up in front of our door. It were well more than 20 kids all under 16, maximum 17. They somehow got around the fence - we later found a hole in it. The ones in front had long wooden slats and they were smashing the chairs in front of the house we were. They were beating against the windows and against the wooden housewall - gesturing us to get out. We were like 8 men and 4 girls - and the men were already filling up the small room in front of the door. Most of us should be able to handle 2 of these little kiddies. The one with the bloody face was cheering us on. Saying he was ready to kick their asses and he wasn't the only one thinking like that. In fact the one with the bloody face tried to reach the doorway. I had drunk a lot that evening but my mind was suddenly clear - as soon as some of us would end out there the others would simply have to follow and I didn't want that to happen. I pushed some of my friends aside and stood in the doorway. As I felt the eyes of these kids on me I told them they should leave - police is on its way. And I closed the door although I felt a little bit like a grinch - this wasn't a game and a fight without rules will not end how planned. They in fact left as they saw that nobody was coming out. If we would have smoked pot that day instead of drinking beer we wouldn't even have left our seats.
In fact one of the girls had called the police - it took em 25 minutes to arrive with a car and 2 officers
There was another time where I stood up against a fight being totally drunk. It was in front of a disco where one pretty fat guy and a normal looking guy were discussing. I was looking in their direction and just saw how the fat guy pommeled the other guys face. The first stroke didn't kick him off his shoes though - I saw that it was a very strong bash at his head, he still stood but he began leaning sidewards and while falling on his outstretched arm he looked directly in my eyes. This was when the second bash hit him at the chin - his head again oscillating - I dropped my beer and exclamatory run right between those 2 guys with outstretched arms. I cannot say how much I hoped that my arms were longer than the ones of that fat guy and my head was bent to the side where the hit guy was kneeling. The fat guy was pressing hard against my outstretched arm but he wasn't trying to beat me - nor trying to take my arm away in the first moments. The hit guy only needed few moments to be again on his feet pressing against my other arm. Now I found myself right in between of 2 guys trying to beat each other.
I thank god that I wasn't the only one seeing those 2. people suddenly came in from all sides trying to stop those 2. Not a second too late because the fat guy shoved my arm away like a walking stick and pushed me aside trying to rush the other guy again but both were being held pretty strongly...
Thinking about it I have to admit that I risked a lot for not knowing those 2 guys and I think in no case would I have acted like that without being pissed.
Ah once again:
Don't ever take coke
If you did it once - don't do it again it's not worth it.
Better eat space cake and drink something - it'll blast you away too.
or take laughing gas.