The True Story:

Life was easy. There was no thrill to it. I guess I was just bored and nothing quite gave me a reason to smile anymore. That is, until drugs came into the mix. I guess when my aunt offered me alcohol and weed, I never really thought twice. It made my world okay.

I started smoking at 12. I always got suspended at school but in 6th grade I was doing better — no suspensions, which was huge because I would get suspended every week. I started smoking and I knew the first time it felt good and that i’d be doing it for a while and think about quitting later. I loved weed — I bought an eighth for 20.

I’m 15 and I’ve been smoking since grade 6-7. I’ve grown up around weed all my life on this Hippy island where people harvest massive plants.

Kids living down the road about $30,000 dollars a year apart. Too bad they both turn out to shit.

This is a story of two brothers with different agenda.

When drugs get in the way of thinking.

Story of a girl, and how she realized she needed a life change.

Poetry on what, rather who could be tastier, lovelier and more addictive than alcohol.

I wrote this because I felt stressed out and I like to release some steam off me when I feel angry or depressed, I got a call from my p.o. he said I might be gettin sent away if I keep dropping dirty. hope its good and I hope some people can connect to how I feel.

Telecompt.