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Date: 970925
Time: 12:33:10
My worst day ever happened very recently Im afraid. It was the end to a very hectic experience and lifestyle though it may quite possibly have created the a whole new wonderful beginning of my life. Let me start by saying Im a drug addict. Nothing hardcore but I definately had a problem with marijuana use. Dont let anyone tell you marijuana isnt addictive because many people have real problems with it; Im one of them. My dope smoking was a factor in my failing out of college and having a nervous breakdown. When I came home on summer break my parents took steps to helping me with my problems and for the most part I was able to get my life together. Therapy and enrolling in martial arts were a big help. However I was unable to fully quit smoking pot. By the end of the summer I was getting ready to go to a new school and knew I would be able to concentrate on my studies and stay clean. Then about two weeks before classes started an old high school friend and I took a road trip to Chicago. When we reached his apartment (he goes to school in Chicago) my friend jumped out of the car and went down the street. I was tying my shoes or something because when I stepped out of the car my friend was nowhere to be seen. Then this black guy came out of the alley. I was looking for my friend who was nowhere to be seen and must have looked very lost and confused. The black guy said to me: "You looking for something?" I told him I was just looking for where my friend had run off to. Out of the blue this guy offered me hash. As hash is a rarity in my neck of the woods I was intrigued initially but then decided I didnt have the moneyor desireto continue a drug habbit. The guy persisted and cut me a hell of a deal that I couldnt say no to. Then he was gone and I had this rock of hash. My friend and I tried it and it seemed to have a slight interesting high. On the way home I had a bit more and it seemed even better. However I was not satisfied with my purchase upon my return home; I didnt want it and wanted to clean up my act. I decided to get rid of it sell it off to some friends make some money and commit to sobriety. Well selling it was hellish; I was consistantly paranoid and continually had to go out of my way to meet people. I repeatedly swore to myself that this would be my last interaction with the drug scene; it just wasnt worth it and I wanted to get on with my life. Although it stressed the hell out of me I was able to get rid of it in a week. Finally I thought to myself it was over with; I hadnt gotten arrested my parents had had no idea what I was up to and I had made a bit of cash too. Yeah I thought it was over but I was wrong. Dead wrong. I sold my last bit of it to this one guy I had seen around at parties and such and who I thought was an OK guy (albeit a few fries short of a happy meal). Well about few days after I see the guy I have this appointment with my shrink. It was a lovely day and I was in good spirits. However when I got into see my shrink she tells me that my father has called her telling her about a threatening message for me recieved on our answering machine concerning me selling "bogus drugs." As soon as I heard this the worst day I ever had began. When I got home and heard the message I got freaked out; it was essentially death threats from this psycho guy promising he now knew where I lived and he was coming. He left a second message too assuring that he was dead serious. Well my mother was the first person to hear this message and it freaked the hell out of her. It freaked the hell out of me too. Was this guy seriously after me? Even worse I had involved my parents in a part of my life that I now thought was over and done with. Not feeling safe at home I went to my dads office and brooded about everything until I could speak with him and my mother (who works there as well). The entire company was very busy so I had to wait for several hours until things died down to talk to my folks. The waiting was hell and I felt terrible. Finally late into the evening things had settled a bit and I was able to talk to my parents. I leveled with them about everything and they were very dissapointed. They didnt know anything about my drug use that summer let alone my chaotic attempt at drug dealing. We went home and called the cops believing this to be the best possible solution. Well two cop cars came by and they got my story. My parents wanted me to tell the cops everything and despite the fact it put me at risk of going to jail I did so to regain their trust and respect. After I gave the cops my statement they called ANOTHER cop from the drug task force. After he got there I volunteered my paraphanalia (again at the request of my parents) and consented to let the cops search my room. They found my old pipe and a scale and confiscated them (I was glad to see them go) and then asked me if I wanted to press charges on this guy. I chose not to not wanting things to escalate and the cops promised to talk to the guy regardless if I pressed charges or not. When the cops left my family was very shaken and now I was facing being charged with a fourthdegree misdemeanor. I was somewhat relieved though did not sleep very well that night regardless. Unfortunately for me classes started the next morning. What makes this whole scenario even worse is that I called this nut the next day to tell him that the cops were on to him and that hed better not threaten me or my family again. This information freaked him out a bit and he assured me that he wouldnt threaten me again. Was he serious when he called? No he was "just in a bad mood" at the time. That bad mood turned my world upside down and got me into a lot of trouble. Of course in the long run its for the better. I now have a firm commitment to sobriety attend martial arts classes more than ever (recieving death threats is more than enough motivation) am doing well in my classes at my new school and have even begun to find God. It was my worst day ever but I pray that it will lead to better days (and better ways) in the future.