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hopefully no adults/future employers read this, but today i'm going to talk about my experiences with drugs. my first experience with drugs was when i was 14, and hung around with 'darker' people, not skin colour, but style and outlook on life, and obviously cannabis was a large part of there way of life. so one night, i tried it. how did i do this? by having a few puffs of a joint? no. i took, the biggest, dirtiest bucket known to man, my lungs were filled, and my mind was gone. i proceeded to spend the next 6-7 hours falling all over the place and having no controll over my body whatsoever, i then proceeded to leave my game boy advance sp in a park, and cry for hours in my mate's loft.

needless to say this wasn't a very good first experience with cannabis. so after that, i didn't do drugs for a good year, untill one day i decided i needed drugs, now this was like 5 years ago so i don't remember what caused this, but i bought a shitload of weed and smoked it untill it was gone, i proceeded to do this drug for about a year, before my mum had to resign from her job pending a courtcase and the money drrrried up, alot of people say they feel withdrawl from drugs, i don't.

so that was me done with drugs, untill my mother started selling them. not like, big time drug dealings, but yeah. so one night in april 2007 after april's birthday night out, myself, adam, shak and these two girls called "bob and steve" headed back to my house, adam went emidiatly to bed, wanting nothing to do with these two ugly ugly girls. but i wasn't going to leave shak alone with these two stinkers, and because it was 4am and there was no booze to be found, i went into my mothers bedroom while she slept and took as much cocaine as i could out to my bedroom. when i say as much cocaine as i could, i mean this was just under 20 grams of coke.

we did about half of it, well, i say 'we' it was mostly shak, but yeah, long story short i was sick for 2 weeks after that night, i had a party a few weeks later and we did the rest of it...
funny side story, in summer 2008 my mum was getting married, to someone in prison, so when you're going in for the wedding, they take a swab of you hand, now i didn't know this, and i brought my bankcard as id, and obviously had been touching it, i showed the gaurd, then put it through the x-ray as i went through the metal detector (like at an airport). this was the same bankcard used in all my drug ordeals to make lines etc. and it still had white powder stuck in the number holes, so when they went to swab me, i was freaking out, they put my swab through the machine, and it came up possitive. i thought i was fucked untill they said "we'll scan the rest and if anyone else comes up possitive we'll put it down to a fault with the machine" luckily my sister had handed me my bankcard back after it went through the xray along with my jacket, and she tested positive, so i was spared a rectal examination.

so yeah, i never tried drugs after we finished that shit load, shak, don, hoidy & froggy have a few times (and have used my bank card for crushin, which explains why the machine went off) after that when they've been with me but i haven't been interested, i've been in a relationship, she didn't aprove of the drugs, so i didn't either.

but in 2 weeks time at t in the park, i plan to be off my face on every drug imaginable. for updates on my drug taking during this 4 day period please visit www.tintheperk.blogspot.com

EDIT: when my maw found out her 700 quid worth of drugs was missing the following conversation happened.

"did you see a deoderant can lid in my room?"
"naw how?"
"...disnae matter"