We all had a time in our lives where we felt our lives were spiraling out of control. We all had our family members(who aren't doing much better) frown upon our actions. Friends who seeked safety from your reckless ways. Tenderonis who couldn't deal with it anymore, texting you from marvin's room asking "are you drunk right now" followed by "We need a break". You would think that this would be enough to motivate one to turn their life around. Real niggas however, like myself, didn't get affected by the tears, and judgement of others. No. I was caught up in the life of pills, E&J, hallucinogens, more pills and the greatest blunts of weed I have ever puffed on. As much as i would like to blame my caucasian friends for corrupting a simple weed smoker, the blame solely rests on myself. Late 2008 to the beginning of 2010 is when the craziest times of my life (so far) occurred. Petty crime, jail, overdoses, crazy stories of the night before that I don't remember at all. I was at an all time low. But you couldn't tell me that. It was all good. I was having the time of my life.
Time flew by, charges got caught, Living out of shitty hotels with the mirror in the ceiling, Checking into homeless shelters. All while recovering from my 3rd overdose. YOLO.
Theres alot more but for the sake of this story, i'll get to the point. It was new years eve nd Im ready to die like the late christopher wallace.
Drinks are flowing, Blunts are lit. Pills have been popped. Everybody is rapping just like young black people do. Good times. Just a bunch of kids living it up. About 2 hours in. I'm trashed, I shouldn't have anymore to drink.I should just relax and enjoy the rest of the night. But me being the most swagged out alcoholic since Ray Charles, I grab a piece of chicken and some juice, then proceed to the bathroom. The poor chicken wing didn't stand a chance. I chug the juice, and what happens next? I throw up all over the bathroom. Chunks of grease and 100 proof alcohol. I pay the mess no mind. I wash my face, look up to the mirror with the dumbest looking face I've ever seen.. I gain back my composure and begin to stumble out the bathroom. I'm ready for more. Next thing I remember, its morning and I'm in my bed with no clue how I got there. Whats the first thing I did as I woke up you ask? No I didn't check my facebook. I headed to the store to get sum OJ to cure this hangover. Now I check my facebook and this is what I see.
I see it and I don't know what to say. I go to the mirror and see my face is still like this. I'm walking the streets looking like a hungover clown. This was the last straw. Mad @ the world and Hungover. I was ready to pick up the Spas-12 and go ham in these streets. But I chilled out. I made me a hearty breakfast and continued living. After that I chilled out on all the drinking and drugs.....until the superbowl......... but that's another story.............
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