Tried X once to see how it was. Yea it was fun, but I didn’t think of it since then. Months later I caught myself with the people that understood me, my peers. Yea, I was somewhat a good kid. They were older, they smoked and were more experienced with other drugs.

I loved hanging with these people. Then, the smoking began. We would smoke in between work, we would smoke after work, we would smoke in the morning and on the way to work. I guess I built myself into a false sense of being comfortable with my friends. Randomly a thought came up. How about rollin?? I thought what the hell, I tried it before. The drugs themselves are not addicting, it is the people behind it.

The feeling of belonging in a group, that was my problem. It still kind of is, but I have cut it for sometime now. After that rollin suggestion, we bought a couple each and hit up the club. It felt amazing with all my friends and the feelings that my body was going through. After being so cracked out and disgusting from dancing all night until the sun came up, I smoked a blunt to help get to sleep.

This was my Friday through Sunday events. The following weekend we rollled again. For about 5 months, this was all we did. Never had a bad experience until one day rollin plans didnt work, I popped my bean and the plan was completely changed. As much as X can make you 10 times as great, it can bring you down even more. I am a very poor example on not to do drugs because I haven’t even been clean a week, but have stopped and after a year see that it is and will never be good for me. If you have any curiosity about anything, I would recommend to stay away.

The drug is just something that brings all your homies and friends together, and since it is your peers doing it with you it makes it greater. Try to stay away from it. I love my pothead friends, my fellow pooki heads. But it took alot of arguments, getting kicked out from home, and yet I still smoke and recently did X. But what snapped me out of it was I got kicked out of my house, my mother took my car and all I had was a backpack with clothes. I couldn’t stay at my friends because her mom would flip.

Everyone else was in their own world. It was 3am and I was alone walking on a sidewalk thinking to myself, it was not worth it. Friends were there to party with me and have a blast, but that one day I was alone and afraid. Yea, I was able to come back home and got back in my smoking habits since I got my car back. But, I can’t push my luck for too long. Eventually there will be nothing left.