As I turn older I see my own responsibilities grow. This is one that I hate, I have to attend a wake later today. It is for a friend from grade school that I have not scene since .... 1989 or before? His death could have been mine I suppose. Nick had died from liver failure and a life filled with severe drug and alcohol problems. I remember him as a nice enough guy a touch wild on the edges. I had tipped a few beers with him.
I started drinking in seventh grade, by sneeking one of dads beers I also started to smoke then too. I smoked pot in 7th grade with a group of kids and their older brothers. It was a fun ride through high school. Typical stoner life, drinkin smoking and listening to metal. I experimented with LSD and PCP in Highschool as well and I also tried cocaine once or twice. - I wanted to be high. I loved that off world feeling and the "not being in my own skin' sensation.
By my first year in college I stopped smoking pot and just drank good beers. I would have a puff or two when offered , but the need for it had waned. I had found something that I was looking for - I had found friends and I think I had found the strength to be comfortable in my own skin.
Well as I grow older I have to do this more and more. As you grow older life stops giving you things and starts taking them away.
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