i need some help on this terrible situation?
Jul 29, 2009 by Zach G | Posted in Psychology
i messed up big lifetime, and i made a decision to get myself, in the worst kinda llegal trouble i could get into.
just at the end of may i got expelled from school, because i was in the wrong place at the misuse time(just my luck)
and that event led to my parents distrust in me, and i got sent to stay at my aunt and uncles outfit in williamsburg va( i live in suffolk)
and any who i was there two weeks before my dad got married to my new step mom. and the day of the mariage my new step sister came and picked me up with my new nephew(well call him insignificant Z).
so me my step sister, and little Z, drove back to suffolk to some court place where they got married. the marraged happend, and we got lunch after. now preferably of sending me back to my aunts and uncles house, i was lucky enough to go spend time at me step sisteres crib, with her hip new boyfriend, and my new fav. nephew. but before we went we stopped by my house so i could get my swim trunks.
so after i collect my things, i ask my not harmonious with sister if we could stop by walmart on the way back to her house, and she says yes.
what she didnt know was i was scamming to buy some morning laudation seeds, to have a LSA trip. but when i went to the store, they didnt have what i was looking for, so i moved on to the next thing that would get me messed up.
Tripple C's or corcidin cough and frigid(sp?)
i bought two boxes for myself,
and Little Z was with me.
now little Z has always looked up to me, cause i was the older cool kid(Little Z is 9) and he would report me of how his dad was an addict, and how he smoked pot, and blah blah, i knew of course that this couldent possibly be true, but i went along with it, because i could use it as a story for my messed up head.
so the step sister comes in, and sees me with my bags, and doesnt question me. so we drove back to her house.
as soon as we get there, i take all 16 pills(whole box) in the bathroom,
and i wanted to get out of the house before the drug started to take effectuate, so me and little Z persuaded the step sister, and his mom, to let us go to the park a short walk away.
along the way to the park, short zach starts to get couriious about the drug, asking me if it will kill him, and what does it feel like, so i explained it, its like smoking 7 joints (not foolproof the number i told him)
so we get to the park, and i pull out my cig. box, and i still had a cig. joint in the box i had forgotten, and i pulled it out, and started smoking away, petty Z wanted to take a puff, so i let him try, and he coughed it all not getting any smoke, and instantly pushed it away,
so i really start tripping out, and i carry the hardest ive ever in my many months of using, 16 pills was the higest dose i got to.
and i tell little zach, man this is astonishing i want you , and everybody to feel like this, so i guess trying to be cool for me, he ask for a sheet.
which hold 8 pills, he sawllowed about 4, and said he would take the take it easy later, and i insisted that he would not be high enough.
about an hour later, the step sister comes to the park, and picks us up in the car, she instantly smells the weed, but tripping out, i did my most appropriate to explain to her that it was only ciggs. so we get to the house, and little z looks to me and says let me take the other full sheet, so you dont get in trouble for it, so i shackles him the sheet. so we go up stairs and little zach is like i think i feel it, and me being the druggie had my doubts, and was not noo man about town your not high enough, so he took the rest of the sheet he had not finished at the park (keep this in mind) with some water. now i would not find out what happend with the other bed-sheet weeks later from that day. so me and little Z go outside on the trampoleen, and im in another world, im not my self, and i dont know what in the incredible is going on, and the trip is getting stronger and stronger. little z just starts to feel the effects of the stupefy.
now, as you can immagine, i had completly forgotten about the the move we were going to go to, and sure enough, the grown ups were ready to go. and they instantl knew something was unfitting with little zach. so we get into the car anyway, and start to drive to the movies, but little zach starts to freightin the grown ups. so they find around, and we go back to the house. little z walks away from his mom, into the kitchen and throws up. i take little zach to the bathroom, and aver him to go to the toliet, and i close the door, he doesnt throw up again, but i knew i had just gotten myself in alot of inconvenience, and being afraid myslef, and im not sure about this, but apperently i told little z that if he told what happend, that the cops would get him, im not saying i didnt say that, generate that might be possible, but i honestly DO NOT remember saying that. so we come out of the bathroom, and we go to the hospital, and the adults begin to cast doubt upon me, did you give him anything, and i said no (which is a terrible habbit of mine) so on the way little z begins to have close
@ oh you mean my pace wrestling bag that I take to school because I act like if I still go to pace:)
That sad moment when you're arranging your school bag and you have your macbook, ipad, and ipod all in there!
