Looking at how disappointed they were in me and telling me stories of people in our family and what happen to them because of marijuana. It really did hit me.
Looking at my mom as she was telling how disappointed she was in me. Made me realize what I was doing was not all that great. I was not only hurting myself but all the people who car for me. And yes I though it wasn't a big deal then because I wasn't "addicted" to it. But I was doing marijuana and drinking all at the same time.
I remember the last time I ever smoked. I can remember that day like it was yesterday.
I was with one girlfriend, and bunch of guy "FRIENDS" we were in some guys apartment drinking and smoking. My girlfriend had to go home, she was asking me to go with her but by then I was all messed up already. I kept telling her no, I was not going to go home with her. She had to be home already so she asked them to please take care of me that she had to leave, she was going to try to come back. I remember taking shot after, shot when I realized I was not able to see clear anymore. And feeling some guy touching me, when I felt that hand touch me I flipped. I was already drunk, faded and I had a guy touching me. I screamed telling the guy off. I couldn't even tell who was the touching me. The apartment we were on was on the 2nd floor. As I was trying to make my way out I remember hearing guys in back fighting, arguing, telling each other off. They realize I was leaving they chased after me but when they caught up to me I was already stumbling my way down the stairs. I woke to a lady crying. That lady I heard crying was my mother. She told me where they found me. At the bottom of the stairs, in the dark. None of the guys called for help, they left me there. If it wasn't because my girlfriend that left had called my mom to let her know where I was, what I was doing. I don't know what else could have happen to me that night. I thank my friend for calling my mom that night, and for having the family have that because I'm not out there still doing the same thing.
I remember the last time I ever smoked. I can remember that day like it was yesterday.
I was with one girlfriend, and bunch of guy "FRIENDS" we were in some guys apartment drinking and smoking. My girlfriend had to go home, she was asking me to go with her but by then I was all messed up already. I kept telling her no, I was not going to go home with her. She had to be home already so she asked them to please take care of me that she had to leave, she was going to try to come back. I remember taking shot after, shot when I realized I was not able to see clear anymore. And feeling some guy touching me, when I felt that hand touch me I flipped. I was already drunk, faded and I had a guy touching me. I screamed telling the guy off. I couldn't even tell who was the touching me. The apartment we were on was on the 2nd floor. As I was trying to make my way out I remember hearing guys in back fighting, arguing, telling each other off. They realize I was leaving they chased after me but when they caught up to me I was already stumbling my way down the stairs. I woke to a lady crying. That lady I heard crying was my mother. She told me where they found me. At the bottom of the stairs, in the dark. None of the guys called for help, they left me there. If it wasn't because my girlfriend that left had called my mom to let her know where I was, what I was doing. I don't know what else could have happen to me that night. I thank my friend for calling my mom that night, and for having the family have that because I'm not out there still doing the same thing.
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