I'm not living it by choice. But, I've been caught drinking my parents' wine, then my brother narced on me for smoking, then I got a ticket for minor possession of alcohol and was fired for buying it in the parkinglot where I worked (even though I wasn't working that day). My parents were the types who never rebelled - they were obedient machines in highschool, and all through life, so theyr'e extra pissed about all this and have basically taken away all of my privilidges. The final straw, the possession of alcohol ticket, occured thursday of two weeks ago. I was granted a pretrial diversion in court, which means if I don't get in trouble for anything for a full year, I won't get a criminal record. I've been completely sober since being harrassed by particularly shitty cops in the parkinglot of my former workplace, and it's a bittersweet existence. On one hand, I find myself having more enthusiasm in general. I get very excited over little things. I feel more attracted to women; not that there wasn't already a strong attraction, but now, its about all I can think about. I see a remotely attractive girl in the hallway at school and I have to stare and drool and hide a raging erection. The other hand: I feel like I've lost a connection with something special. The world seems more shallow and one-dimensional. I've lost that unique perspective that marijuana provided (not just while high, but during periods of life spent smoking). The happiness and excitement I derive from things seems shallow too, like a quick rise from snorting some cocaine, or perhaps I should compare to some other stimulant like adderal, one I actually have experienced. It's fun and all, but it's really just shallow pleasure caused from happiness chemicals released in the brain. With weed, it was like you have to derivre the pleasure; You have to interpret the altered reality, and from those interpretations the enjoyment came. I havent' gone this long without weed since the beginning of summer vacation last year, and that break was only taken because I was unable to find weed for a whole month. I don't know how long I'll spend without now. It's extremely dangerous for me to use now, because if the law catches me, I will not only be charged with marijuana possession, but also for the alcohol possesion by a minor. And even if only my parents find out (and they're watching me like crazy now), I'll lose everything, I won't be able to go to IU next fall, and I'll probably be forced to move out. I'm just gonna feel things out I guess, if I feel like smoking and theres an opportunity to do it without any risk of getting caught, I might. I don't know if I can hold out in bloomington though. No more parents watching over me, crazy-inexpensive weed. . . I guess I'll see what happens.
let me get this straight.... u got a year probation, and a ticket/fine and a court date just for HAVING alchohol? some of the shit i read on here that ppl in the states write just amazes me, i am truely glad i live in canada
damn man, thats rough....im going trough a dry period myself now and it sucks..it really does...but i try not to think about it...for me, its not that i got busted or my town is dry or anything, its just that im saving up for a 8th and i really have no way of getting much money so im sorta doing at my own will..but i know where your comming from....chin up bro, good things will happen.
I feel you pain dude. My dad found a pack of wraps in my van about a month ago and ever since I haven't smoked because I'm being tested. But I guess I haven't been completely sober, I've snuck out about 5 or 6 time and drank at parties but alcohol is nothing compared to weed, and I miss it much.
Oh, you wouldn't believe the ridiculous shit that goes on down here. The cops are the worst; I've had a run in with them in the past, before I even started smoking. I was under one of those highway bridge things with two of my friends, just hanging around, rolling stones down the concrete hill into the wall. somebody called the cops and told them we were throwing rocks at cars. A cop came, asked us what happened, and we told him; "the closest thing we did to throwing rocks at cars was rolling them down this hill". The bastard got super pissed and told us to "quit lying or I'll take your asses to wood" (wood is the juvenile detention center around here). He called all our parents and flat-out lied to them, saying one of us tried to run. Now, if anybody had tried to run, they would have been in the highway median, because from where we were standing when that pig showed up, we could have run into his hands or onto the highway. Yet we were all three there, none of us on the highway! Amazing how one of us tried to run, yet all three of us were there and the cop never chased anyone. The cops were just as bad when they caught me with alcohol too. They found tylenol in my friend's bookbag, and somehow decided this was evidence that he was a cocaine dealer. He interrogated him for about 20 minutes, trying to get him to admit something that wasnt true. I fucking HATE cops, dammit.
