A Brief History of the Recreational Drugs I've Done (so far)

When I was eight I started smoking cigarettes with a friend from the Catholic school I attended. From time to time I would drink beer with his older siblings and catch glimpses down his sisters’ shirts. In the summer between sixth and seventh grade I traded the use of my parents lawn mower to a friend for one eight of an ounce of marijuana. I stole one of my dad’s tobacco pipes and got high in my room alone. I loved it. In Junior High School my drug taking pace accelerated. I took to hanging out with the ‘hoods’ or ‘gritters’. We would meet behind a fence to smoke cigarettes and drink what beer we could take from our houses before school. Once or twice a week we got high on pot. My freshman year of High School, I got a gig selling joints. A few friends and I would break open two cigarettes into each ounce of weed and roll the whole mixture into ‘pinners’ that sold for two bucks a piece. We made a killing. One night during my freshman year I was too drunk to go home. My friend said he had just the thing I needed. I did three lines of cocaine. I made it home fine, but I sat up all night twiddling my thumbs. I started doing coke a few times a week with a serious binge once every couple of months. My sophomore year I befriended a guy new to our school. He turned me on to acid. For the next few years this would be my drug of choice. I would take acid at least every other day. The next year I had two heart attacks and one major arrest. I cut out the cocaine but nothing else. One night some friends and I were driving around enjoying the effects of acid and looking for a bag of smoke. A friend came back to our car from a dealer’s house and told us he could not get any weed but he could score some crack. It was my money and I was down with the plan. I took to crack more like I did acid than cocaine. I started hanging out with more serious druggies, mostly runaways and punkers. I rarely shot up heroine. Due to lack of means I picked up inhalants and cough syrup. Then my girlfriend told me she was pregnant. Weeks later I converted to Christianity from Greene County Jail. In a miracle, I quit all drugs, save cigarettes with no withdrawals. I joined the U.S. Army where I drank only occasionally. I separated from the service and Jesus in an ugly karmic whirlwind. I was lost and drank heavily for months. I gradually started smoking more pot again. I still smoke a quarter ounce a week together with Mrs. Danger. It was during this time I met Mrs. Danger. She was married to a drinking buddy of mine. With that crowd I did a lot of ecstasy (and PCP and coke from time to time). When Mrs. Danger’s ex-husband left her she turned to excessive alcohol. I offered to quit drinking with her. We did. Now, I drink rarely. I just took an anti depressant for three months to quit smoking cigarettes. It was successful.