All my life I have gotten the things I wanted and had a good life, never had to work for a whole lot, and never really had it bad. My parents grew up ****ty and did not want that for me. I am the nice guy that everyone takes advantage of. I am quiet, smart and way over estimated. I am the type of person that just sits back and listens to what everyone has to say and helps people as much as I can even though I get nothing in return. I was never the cool guy, was never the sports guy or a whole lot of anything. I started getting depressed because I thought I was doing something wrong. Being under estimated all my life it started taking a toll on me. I was/am so angry inside. There were and still are times to when I wake up wondering and being scared that I will get angry at someone and hurt them beyond belief. I am not a big guy but when someone like me with anger so deep inside them finally let's out it won't be a pretty sight.
I came to my teens and started smoking weed and "experimenting." I have tried coke, ex, bars, codeine all that stuff. (I never did anything more than a couple times besides getting high.) Getting High was my new way to deal with my so called depression. No one knew I was depressed or any of that I just did my thing. After a while I started becoming familiar with drugs, weed and alcohol... How to get it, the good prices, what the "good" was and so on. I started dealing through one of my buddies and after a while I figured out that if I cut the middle man I would be banking big time, so I started moving up taking peoples customers. At this point my parents knew what I was up to but I was very smart about it... Never brought people to the house ECT. They knew I was being smart so they were not freaking out too much. Everyone around me was getting caught up because they were stupid about their business. I became known as the guy with that good. Not the stuff people are used to, The stuff people's mouth would open being shocked if it was even real. People knew my name but not the face. It got so deep so quick, It went from grams to pounds. Cops in my neighborhood knew I had serious weight and there was big time competition. I put so many people out of business so quick, and my enemy list got larger. I don't like being able to say the things I have seen, done, and been through but it's life and I will always remember them. Getting smarter I figured that if I keep dealing and putting people out of business, the shot's I've gotten lucky to dodge wont miss again.
I recently quit dealing and smoking. It was so bad I smoked at least 20 blunts a day. I smoked my personals, then people that I dealt to smoked me out big time. My schedule was: Wake up, Roll up and blaze on the way to school, blaze on my lunch break and blaze after school and start hustlin. No one knew who I was outside of school except for the people I Dealt to and chilled with, and when people found out most of them were at loss of words. Getting older and more mature I started learning that that's not how I want people to look at me so I changed. After all that I stopped smoking for around 6 months and got my **** straight. People to this day still call me asking for that, It makes me so angry. Of course I blaze every now and then, but for me thats ok.... lol
I am now 19 and stuck. My parents want me to go into the service but I want to start my life on my own. Making my own money legally, paying for college and owning my own apartment. I will do anything for my parents but this time I want to do this for me. I like the idea of the Air Force, but my hearts not in it. But to think about someone just starting their own life in this society I can understand why they want me to go into the service. If I don't go in to the service they will be crushed. My Father was a spy in vietnam; He wants me to follow in his foot steps and guarantee's thats the smart thing to do. I am a momas boy and everything she says is usually right, but I don't listen because I am hardheaded. I want to start my own life but I don't want to regret it. It probably does not seem like a big decision to some but in my situation it's huge.
Please, Positive and Negative feedback. If you have something Negative to say, please do it constructively. I have so much respect for you if you sat and read this... It means a lot to me. I don't trust anyone in my life except for probably two people and my parents... So I don't really talk about me or my life to anyone. It was really hard to sit here and type this, I don't like my past and I am glad I am where I am now. Thanks MFK.
I came to my teens and started smoking weed and "experimenting." I have tried coke, ex, bars, codeine all that stuff. (I never did anything more than a couple times besides getting high.) Getting High was my new way to deal with my so called depression. No one knew I was depressed or any of that I just did my thing. After a while I started becoming familiar with drugs, weed and alcohol... How to get it, the good prices, what the "good" was and so on. I started dealing through one of my buddies and after a while I figured out that if I cut the middle man I would be banking big time, so I started moving up taking peoples customers. At this point my parents knew what I was up to but I was very smart about it... Never brought people to the house ECT. They knew I was being smart so they were not freaking out too much. Everyone around me was getting caught up because they were stupid about their business. I became known as the guy with that good. Not the stuff people are used to, The stuff people's mouth would open being shocked if it was even real. People knew my name but not the face. It got so deep so quick, It went from grams to pounds. Cops in my neighborhood knew I had serious weight and there was big time competition. I put so many people out of business so quick, and my enemy list got larger. I don't like being able to say the things I have seen, done, and been through but it's life and I will always remember them. Getting smarter I figured that if I keep dealing and putting people out of business, the shot's I've gotten lucky to dodge wont miss again.
I recently quit dealing and smoking. It was so bad I smoked at least 20 blunts a day. I smoked my personals, then people that I dealt to smoked me out big time. My schedule was: Wake up, Roll up and blaze on the way to school, blaze on my lunch break and blaze after school and start hustlin. No one knew who I was outside of school except for the people I Dealt to and chilled with, and when people found out most of them were at loss of words. Getting older and more mature I started learning that that's not how I want people to look at me so I changed. After all that I stopped smoking for around 6 months and got my **** straight. People to this day still call me asking for that, It makes me so angry. Of course I blaze every now and then, but for me thats ok.... lol
I am now 19 and stuck. My parents want me to go into the service but I want to start my life on my own. Making my own money legally, paying for college and owning my own apartment. I will do anything for my parents but this time I want to do this for me. I like the idea of the Air Force, but my hearts not in it. But to think about someone just starting their own life in this society I can understand why they want me to go into the service. If I don't go in to the service they will be crushed. My Father was a spy in vietnam; He wants me to follow in his foot steps and guarantee's thats the smart thing to do. I am a momas boy and everything she says is usually right, but I don't listen because I am hardheaded. I want to start my own life but I don't want to regret it. It probably does not seem like a big decision to some but in my situation it's huge.
Please, Positive and Negative feedback. If you have something Negative to say, please do it constructively. I have so much respect for you if you sat and read this... It means a lot to me. I don't trust anyone in my life except for probably two people and my parents... So I don't really talk about me or my life to anyone. It was really hard to sit here and type this, I don't like my past and I am glad I am where I am now. Thanks MFK.
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