Spice... WTF?

In my earlier post, I wrote that Allison smoked spice in the bathroom on the way to Virginia. Well she gave me some, and I tripped HARD.

I smoked one gb, and it hit me almost instantly. I went and sat down at my computer, with counter-strike:source running. My hips start turning left, while the rest of my body is still. My sisters, Nathan and Bus are downstairs and I hear "You better watch out, you better not cry..." HOLY FUCK.... That's trippy as fuck. jesus christ. I'm sitting at my computer and watching it, I yell "Hey guys! Come here!" The only reason I did that is because I forgot who was in my house... Damn. I thought I was throwing a party :p

Anyways, they come up and I tell them nevermind, phewp. Only family here. I'm watching my computer screen and that is the only thing in my vision. I couldn't see the keyboard, my hands. Just what was on the screen. For fuck sakes, I felt like I was in the god damn video game. I decided to go lay down. I turn my lights off, and crawl in bed. I'm looking at the cracked door, watching the light shine through into my room. The space inbetween the door and wall turns purple and starts like coming at me, it was crazy. I look up and see tons of green monkeys just in my mind, and I see letters all over my wall. Random letters filled up my entire wall. That was scary. I also saw little monkeys like forming multiple eyes and shit... I was scared. I thought I was going to die... I even considered telling my dad, so he could take me to the hospital. I feel asleep and woke up a few hours later. I don't remember my dream, but I'm sure it was crazy. I still feel it a little bit when I wake up so I go back to sleep...

Not sure if I want to do it again.

Turkey Week

I haven't updated this shit in a little while, not that it really matters... No one knows about this or will ever read it (hopefully)

Anyways, I went to my attorney to talk about my charge, things went well...

I asked my dad when we left the office, if Heidi, Allison, Nathan, and Bus are on the way... He said "I don't know". Apparently Allison decided to smoke spice in the bathroom where they stopped to get gas... what a retard. I've down the same thing, but i'm so much smoother, atleast I like to think.

The attorney told me I might get drug-tested at court (Dec. 6th)... Fuck, I have about half a gram left of DANK, and I've been smoked like a chief for the last couple months. I have 12 days.... SHIT. Going to drink a lot of water... cranberry juice... niacin.

Anyways, I had a pretty good Thanksgiving. Kinda B.S. Atleast I'll have a half-gram when I can smoke again. That'll be good.

One of the dumps on my life right now.

It started out as a normal day, my dad was gone for two weeks on business/girlfriend, so his house was empty (I have siblings, but we all go to my mom's house when he's out of town, which is a mile away.) I decided, "It's friday! I should have some people over... my dad has a big cabinet of alcohol... that'll be fun..."

No. Worst mistake ever.

People arrive, and at the peak, about 20 people were over. A lot of shit was broken and stolen though. We invited some mexicans that were drunk on the street outside my house in, and a few people I didn't know that well were over too. The next day, my coin collection is missing (only about $30 worth), My dad's change jar is gone ($60), about $200 worth of alcohol, and some one jumped off the indoor balcony onto my $3000 couch... broke it. I cleaned up the beer cans, and chilled for a while. I decided it would be fun to play around with my dad's 1982 Chevy Camaro 3rd gen. White with a Z28 hood. I back out, but this is one of my first times driving (No Learner's due to laziness) I immediatly hit the breaks because I was a bit scared. I make tons of tire tracks on the drive way... oh well. I back out and start cruisin around the neighborhood. After a while, I get the hang of it. I pick up some friends and we cruise down to other sides of towns just to have some fun. I was picking up a friend when I turn back into my community, when who do I see pulling out? MY STEPDAD SAW ME IN MY DAD'S CAR. FUCK FUCK FUCK. That's all thats running through my mind. FUCK! I JUST STOLE A CAR. "I really really hope he didn't see me dude" I say to my friend in the passenger seat. I pick up the kid I was planning on getting, then drive to my dad's house and park the fucking car. I throw the cover over it, and get inside. No ones home, remember? "FUCK. My step dads calling! should I answer?!" ah, my mind has never been so scared/anxious/confused in my life. I don't pick up, and wait for the voicemail. "GO PARK THAT PIECE OF SHIT AT YOUR DADS THEN GET YOUR ASS HOME! NOW!" damn.

I decided, I'm definitly not going the fuck home now that I've been caught, so I'm going to kick it for a while. I hang out with my friends and periodically get texts threatening "Come home now or we are calling the police!" Then the thought came to me... I have a 1' 6" Black glass beaker bong laying in my bed in my room. I quickly flip my phone out, text my older sister "Go get my bong from my room, please." just because I thought my parents might search and find it (I've been caught before, little consequences), well it's about 11 PM now, and I decide to smoke a couple cigs with my friend then head home... very.. VERY scared.

I walk in, sit down and everyone is in the living room. They tell me how stupid I am for driving. "I know, I know... I'm sorry" Then, I hear the door open behind me. Two officers of the LAW! What the fuck? My step dad gets up then hand them a black trash bag. They found my fucking bong, scale, and bags. Then go through it all. Unlawfully and intentionally possessing marijuana. I get a choice if I want to take a diversion class, where I sit in some class for a couple hours and all I get is 30 hours of community service with no history of the crime on my record OR Go to court, get the charge.

It's been about a month since I got the charge, and I'm heading to the court house for my diversion charge. I just woke up and threw on the first clothes I saw. I noticed they were having problems with the projector in the room we were in, so I fixed it for them. How nice of me. After the 3 hours of learning that drugs are bad, everyone gets to leave. except me and my mom. They told me I needed to do 50 hours of community service, or go to court. Due to the shirt I was wearing. Mac miller with his hand infront of his mouth, maybe a smoking gesture but he has NOTHING in his hand, NOR ANY SMOKE. "Bring me to court then" and I walk out. Fucking bitch.

I have court at the beginning of December now :>

11/18

Today, I decided to start a blog, mostly about my life. I'm doing this to clear up a lot of free time... hopefully this won't be another failed project.

First off, I'd like to introduce myself. I'm 16, I live in Virginia, and I have a somewhat interesting life. I'm a junior in High School.

I woke up at about 6 A.M. today, stole $20 for my dad's wallet, and left about 6:32 for school. I usually do some sort of drugs that will fuck me up, so I'll only remember half the day. I smoked 2 GB cap packs of some mediocre weed, wasn't the worst but yeah, I usually smoke better. I met up with a fellow classmate, and she smoked me out. I took a 25 Mg Adderall, and smoked a Camel Filter. I hopped on the bus, and damn... I was feeling pretty alright.

Now, I don't steal money from my dad's wallet usually, just lately because I've short on cash. I almost always feel guilty about doing so, although my dad NEVER gives me money... He makes well over $100k a year, he just like for me to earn it the hard way. I'm not the laziest person in the world, I do a lot of yard work on weekends. I keep my grades decent.

I get to school around 7:05-7:10, still buzzing pretty hard, I just want to talk to EVERYONE! This adderall makes me feel great! I talk to some acquaintances, then soon get convinced to skip school (3rd time this week...). I write my dismissal note "Please excuse *me* at *AM for an eye appointment, Thanks! *Signature*" Looks good. I went up to the clinic lady, told her I needed to leave, and got my dismissal pass. I write my friend one as well, and he decides to leave with me.

We leave school around 9 AM, I'm still feeling the drugs. The Adderall kicked in and made me want to know everything about my teacher first period. He probably thinks I'm a stalker now, but who the fuck cares? Anyways... I get a text from my dad asking if he's seen his $20, ah. What a bitch! I got caught. "No..." pretty much cleared things up, no more questions asked. I go to my dealers house (I'm 16, he's like 15... He has very good bud, but he's a stingy motherfucker!) pick up 1 gram for $20. I proceed to take a bong rip, then head back out to meet with my friend.

I'm feeling very fucked up at this point. The bong rip and adderall combined = heaven. So, My friend and I head to his house, we set up the gravity bong and take a few each. Now were both feeling great. The adderall is starting to make me feel a bit down, as well as it making my throat dry as fuck. Not cool... I chill with him for a few hours, then head to my other friend's house to play some Counter-Strike and chill out. I get to my house around 6:15 P.M. I eat pizza from Papa John's, pretty good. Now I'm sitting here deciding if I should take a couple GBs or not. Hmm. I probably will.

The last two weeks have been pretty crazy for me lately, I've skipped about 7 days to get fucked up. In the last month, I've stolen: 16 Pink Mike's Hard Lemonade, 18 pack of Coor's light, 6 Four lokos, 8 sparks, and condoms. I've been drunk a lot lately, and I've absolutely began to hate the taste of the Fruit Punch four loko... yuck.

You may be thinking I'm a hard core drug addict or some shit, although I'm really not. I've done: Marijuana, Salvia, Tobacco, Alcohol, Cocain, Oxy, Hydros, Adderall, and Xanax.

I thoroughly enjoy weed, cigs, salvia, alcohol, oxys + hydrol. I don't really enjoy Coke, Adderall and Xanax. I've had friends ruin their lives with Xanax, I stay away from that shit now.

I'll post a story about a Dramamine trip later on.

Peace,
ANON.