FROM ADDICTIONS TO LIFE PART 4 REAL LIFE STORIES

Real Life Stories From That Period

Even thought the stories are not directly related to my former addictions, they  were part of that period of my life. And something inside me kept telling me that the essay wouldn’t be complete if it doesn’t cover them as well.

I sincerely hope that you’ll understand that.

Story #1

Graffiti bombing, sketching and tagging every day were things, I used to do during very big part of the period this essay covers.

Formed by me and few other kids (from my neighborhood), the name of my crew was “Fuck The School”.

The primary sources of inspiration for that name were: 

·The way I felt about school;
·The name of the legendary French/Euro Rap crew Supreme NTM (Nique Ta Mere);
·The tittle of one specific song of NWA;

What happened one In 8^th grade…

I wrote “Fuck The School” on my forearm with a razor blade.

No, I don’t believe that happened because of drugs, but simply because of how I felt about school.

Story #2

Few months after I got locked for weed…

One day the school principal (of the worst school in which I’ve ever been), caught me and another guy rolling weed in between classes. And then she called the cops.

Due to the fact my homie told the cops the weed was all his and that I had nothing to do with it, they locked only him.

Being busy taking care of important things like stopping us from smoking weed between the classes, same principal didn’t prevent the homicide which happened later in her school’s area.

Same one was done by 32 year old nazi oriented male who was 8^th grader at her school and not once blackmailed me for money.

Only GOD knows how many times that person repeated 8^th grade.

No, the principle never prevented any of those times.

Being chased by other nazi oriented people, because of the culture and music (HipHop & Rap) in which I was interested and because of the way I used to dress (oversized tees and sagging pants) weren’t new to me.

But the fact that that person was 32 year old was definitely elevating the levels of my fear and anxiety.

16 year old the victim was also student at the same school and I knew him barely. I mean I talked to him few times (when I was student there too).

Story #3 “The Place” 

The place where:

·I was hiding most of the time when started smoking cigarettes;
·Smoked a ton of weed;
·Witnessed how cops locked, for marijuana, a person with whom I was hanging on a daily basis;
·Got drunk many times, but most importantly those 2 in 5^th grade (When also visited hospital);

·Did Speed for the first 10 times;
·Lost my virginity;

Is the same exact place. That was that unfinished building I mentioned when started the essay .

Call me crazy, but to me those were just too many coincidences.

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