A True Story:

It all started with me running with the wrong people — these people use to be my friends: Skott my friend Ryan. well I thought they were…Skott showed me these red looking pills they called them skittles but the real name for them was ccc or better known as Coricidin. Their effect are like LSD.

Every person that tries to peer pressure someone into doing this is causing murders because of how addictive and how they effect you and may kill you. the first thing to go is your nervous system then your ability to not care about life, about your friends or anyone. you get blackouts and rage and if someone hits you in the face you wont feel a thing. me and my friend Skott rode back to his house he kept bugging me to stay the night and play guitar hero but I had to go home then he went raging and kept cussing me out I told him I couldn’t stay. so I got out of my car and he tried to swing, but i ducked.

I kept nailing him–I was about to kill him. afterward, he acted like nothing happened — he said and smiled “bye Eric see you tomorrow.” the next day I went to his house and there was blood all over his bathroom. his nose was broken and crooked — i hit it so hard and beat him up so bad he didn’t remember anything. he didn’t know what happen. I suggest no one do this drug it will ruin your friendship with your friends.

But the story behind me is early Christmas 08 I was real hooked on them and would bring a hundred to school every day. I would drive to the stores that had them every day and bring about a hundred of them to school in a zip lock bag so i would not run out took twenty and hour I’m surprised I’m not dead. when we got out for Christmas break I met up with Ryan — he was a really bad thief — stole everything — so I wasn’t thinking right going through Shelby with him i was the driver he was the one running up taking stuff off of peoples car ports and going in to there house taking anything worth selling.

Well at the time I didn’t care I was messed up on ccc. I didn’t care about what happened to me. Then he told me he slit a dogs throat with a pocket knife and killed every dog he seen bark so they wouldn’t hear him trying to steal. we would take gas containers and fill them up. I felt so bad for those dogs that have been killed now. I thought he was crazy then I started getting scared of my best friend. thought if I didn’t help him he would cut me. So I panicked all the time.

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