Well i was telling about some thing. At 18 years old i was an runaway. I had luck the police brought me to an Runawayhome for children i was barely old enough to get in there. There an new world was opening up, from an family where an father dictate all in the wide open world. Well i shed some tears and soon i would fall in an new world called Drugs.
I started with some pot, was good flying high. And soon we tryed ways to get stoned faster. Soon i was addicted, yes you can get addicted to pot.
I went out to some places and i met some bikers. They were doing speed. Very interesting (Not all bikers do speed so dont blame it on the biker, blame it on me i did it)
Speed what an rush. What an energy and i could drink so much with speed in my system. Normal give me an beer and i will fall asleep.
After speed Cocaine, after Cocaine xtc, speedpills, Stamps (paper with hallucinating shit), Crack i did once to, was very sick the next day, never did it again, smoking heroin.
The list is to long. Drugs is bad M,kay
Maybe i am now so screwed up because of that.
Later more.
