Fashion Killa
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Hey guys, I've been reading these forums as an unregistered user up until today. I'd like to get involved in some of the intelligent discussions and debates, as well as having a bit of fun.
I hope it is ok to post about this type of stuff, because I haven't really seen any posts on these types of topics, or maybe I'm just blind.
Up until a few months ago, I was a straight and narrow kind of guy. In college full-time, working a part-time job, trying to support myself while still finishing school and trying to balance my relationship at the same time. I really never even had time to think about drugs at the time. Quickly, I saw my life crumble right before my eyes. It all started with marijuana.
Now, how in the hell does marijuana ruin your life? It just helps you relax, keeps your mind off the negatives in your life, makes you hungry, and makes even the smallest things more enjoyable, right? WRONG.
For me, marijuana was such an amazing "find" at the age of 22 (yes, I was 22 before I even tried marijuana, or even knew what it smelled like really) that I couldn't believe I had gone that long without smoking. It helped me take my mind off the breakup, work drama, school drama, yadda yadda...a little too much. It helped my mind reach places it had never been, honestly. And what I mean by that is that it changed my thought process. Things that use to seem so important, just weren't as important as I had made them out to be. I questioned everything. Why was I going to school? Why was I working a part-time job just to live in a place I didn't even like? Obviously, with me being so new to the smoking community, I naturally started making friends that were smokers. I had a co-worker at the job I was at, who everyone knew as the guy to get weed off of. We became friends and started hanging out. For a month or so, it was just that. Hanging out with new smoker friends who I thought were awesome (probably because I was high the whole time). I'd complained about where I lived one night, and me and a couple buddies discussed all of us getting an apartment together so it would be cheaper for everyone. It really turned out to be more expensive, because all of the money I was "saving" would be getting burned in a bong/bowl/wrap/vaporizer/etc. After about a month of us all living together, the other two roommates had ideas of doing other drugs. Before I smoked weed, I never even thought about doing any kind of hardcore drug. This is where I say marijuana ruined my life. Since I had become a smoker, it had made me so open-minded. I was open to any and all ideas, even trying drugs such as acid, cocaine, shrooms, speed, molly.
Going from marijuana, to the uppers, was a crazy transformation for me. Cocaine could make you feel completely invincible, speed could help you focus, molly could make you the happiest you have ever been in your life, shrooms and acid both were so unique, they could make you see the world differently, whether it be visually or mentally.
At the time I started all of that, addiction was never in my mind. Drugs were helping me. So I thought. How were they helping you may ask? Well If I wanted to relax I could smoke some pot. If I wanted to go out to the club and be the most social I'd ever been and have game like you wouldn't believe, I'd do molly. If I needed help focusing with school work, I'd take speed. It's hard for me to explain what shrooms and acid do to a human mind, but you will never be the same after that. Especially If you have a bad trip.
Eventually, it got to the point where I relied on these drugs for happiness in some way. I felt incomplete when I'd do all those same activities, without the corresponding drug. And by this time, my thought process was so screwed up, I had no idea of what reality was. I could convince myself of the stupidest things, like dropping out of college. I dropped out because I convinced myself that I needed the time off to get my mind right (when really I was just being a lazy ass and needing more free time to hang with my AWESOME FRIENDS). After dropping out, the drug use got way worse as you can imagine. I had so much more free time without going to school, and still only working part-time. That didn't last long at all. I would get so trashed after work some nights, that I'd still be tripping, rolling, stoned at work the next day, leading to me screwing up at work more, which would eventually get me fired.
So here I am. No job. Not in school. Still needing to supply my drug addiction and pay my bills, what could I do? Well, as I mentioned previously, the guy I met at the job was known for selling weed, luckily he was my roommate now. How could I be so LUCKY?! Insert sarcasm here. I started to sell as well. Throughout my drug experience, I met tons of people who were always looking for something to get their "fix", so making sales was easy. I found that I could make wayyyyy more money selling those drugs in a month, than I could've made in about 6 months at my job. And support my own drug addiction. The next thing that happened would change my life...back.
Our supplier got raided by the police. This whole time, the cops never really crossed my mind. My mind was in a different place. Luckily, it was what I needed to help me get back on track. We were the main suppliers in this area at the time(our guy was in a different state) so when we didn't have it, most people didn't. I had a realization of how far I had really fallen and what happened to get me there and I remembered the time I tried marijuana. So, with our supplier down in the dumps, I wasn't able to get my hands on smoke or anything else for that matter, because I was no longer making any money from selling, which left me broke as a joke, thankfully. I moved back in with my parents, even though I am a 22 year old who has lived on his own since 18, it was the best decision I've made in the past 6 months, for sure. Not smoking weed for a bit really helped my mind get back into the right state, the state it was in when I was a college student and working to supply my real life needs, not my drug needs.
All of these decisions were made by me, no one else. I don't blame anyone else, it was all my own stupidity. I wouldn't say I am against marijuana. I just wanted to share my own personal experience and what it led to for >ME<.
I guess I wanted to post this to try and find similar stories and maybe spread my experience around a bit, hoping others can relate. I know it's not the best typed post and I've left out a lot of the little details because it's late and if I told everything I would probably be typing for way longer than the 90 minutes it took me, but if anyone is curious about something, just comment and I'll tell you what happened to the best of my memory.
Thanks for your time!
I hope it is ok to post about this type of stuff, because I haven't really seen any posts on these types of topics, or maybe I'm just blind.
Up until a few months ago, I was a straight and narrow kind of guy. In college full-time, working a part-time job, trying to support myself while still finishing school and trying to balance my relationship at the same time. I really never even had time to think about drugs at the time. Quickly, I saw my life crumble right before my eyes. It all started with marijuana.
Now, how in the hell does marijuana ruin your life? It just helps you relax, keeps your mind off the negatives in your life, makes you hungry, and makes even the smallest things more enjoyable, right? WRONG.
For me, marijuana was such an amazing "find" at the age of 22 (yes, I was 22 before I even tried marijuana, or even knew what it smelled like really) that I couldn't believe I had gone that long without smoking. It helped me take my mind off the breakup, work drama, school drama, yadda yadda...a little too much. It helped my mind reach places it had never been, honestly. And what I mean by that is that it changed my thought process. Things that use to seem so important, just weren't as important as I had made them out to be. I questioned everything. Why was I going to school? Why was I working a part-time job just to live in a place I didn't even like? Obviously, with me being so new to the smoking community, I naturally started making friends that were smokers. I had a co-worker at the job I was at, who everyone knew as the guy to get weed off of. We became friends and started hanging out. For a month or so, it was just that. Hanging out with new smoker friends who I thought were awesome (probably because I was high the whole time). I'd complained about where I lived one night, and me and a couple buddies discussed all of us getting an apartment together so it would be cheaper for everyone. It really turned out to be more expensive, because all of the money I was "saving" would be getting burned in a bong/bowl/wrap/vaporizer/etc. After about a month of us all living together, the other two roommates had ideas of doing other drugs. Before I smoked weed, I never even thought about doing any kind of hardcore drug. This is where I say marijuana ruined my life. Since I had become a smoker, it had made me so open-minded. I was open to any and all ideas, even trying drugs such as acid, cocaine, shrooms, speed, molly.
Going from marijuana, to the uppers, was a crazy transformation for me. Cocaine could make you feel completely invincible, speed could help you focus, molly could make you the happiest you have ever been in your life, shrooms and acid both were so unique, they could make you see the world differently, whether it be visually or mentally.
At the time I started all of that, addiction was never in my mind. Drugs were helping me. So I thought. How were they helping you may ask? Well If I wanted to relax I could smoke some pot. If I wanted to go out to the club and be the most social I'd ever been and have game like you wouldn't believe, I'd do molly. If I needed help focusing with school work, I'd take speed. It's hard for me to explain what shrooms and acid do to a human mind, but you will never be the same after that. Especially If you have a bad trip.
Eventually, it got to the point where I relied on these drugs for happiness in some way. I felt incomplete when I'd do all those same activities, without the corresponding drug. And by this time, my thought process was so screwed up, I had no idea of what reality was. I could convince myself of the stupidest things, like dropping out of college. I dropped out because I convinced myself that I needed the time off to get my mind right (when really I was just being a lazy ass and needing more free time to hang with my AWESOME FRIENDS). After dropping out, the drug use got way worse as you can imagine. I had so much more free time without going to school, and still only working part-time. That didn't last long at all. I would get so trashed after work some nights, that I'd still be tripping, rolling, stoned at work the next day, leading to me screwing up at work more, which would eventually get me fired.
So here I am. No job. Not in school. Still needing to supply my drug addiction and pay my bills, what could I do? Well, as I mentioned previously, the guy I met at the job was known for selling weed, luckily he was my roommate now. How could I be so LUCKY?! Insert sarcasm here. I started to sell as well. Throughout my drug experience, I met tons of people who were always looking for something to get their "fix", so making sales was easy. I found that I could make wayyyyy more money selling those drugs in a month, than I could've made in about 6 months at my job. And support my own drug addiction. The next thing that happened would change my life...back.
Our supplier got raided by the police. This whole time, the cops never really crossed my mind. My mind was in a different place. Luckily, it was what I needed to help me get back on track. We were the main suppliers in this area at the time(our guy was in a different state) so when we didn't have it, most people didn't. I had a realization of how far I had really fallen and what happened to get me there and I remembered the time I tried marijuana. So, with our supplier down in the dumps, I wasn't able to get my hands on smoke or anything else for that matter, because I was no longer making any money from selling, which left me broke as a joke, thankfully. I moved back in with my parents, even though I am a 22 year old who has lived on his own since 18, it was the best decision I've made in the past 6 months, for sure. Not smoking weed for a bit really helped my mind get back into the right state, the state it was in when I was a college student and working to supply my real life needs, not my drug needs.
All of these decisions were made by me, no one else. I don't blame anyone else, it was all my own stupidity. I wouldn't say I am against marijuana. I just wanted to share my own personal experience and what it led to for >ME<.
I guess I wanted to post this to try and find similar stories and maybe spread my experience around a bit, hoping others can relate. I know it's not the best typed post and I've left out a lot of the little details because it's late and if I told everything I would probably be typing for way longer than the 90 minutes it took me, but if anyone is curious about something, just comment and I'll tell you what happened to the best of my memory.
Thanks for your time!
