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at the peak of my meth use, I stole 2 rifles and a shotgun from my grandmother. They were in her attic. They were my late granddad's huntin' rifles.... please don't flame me, I'm very ashamed of this and it happened years ago.... I ended up getting the 2 rifles out of the pawn shop, but I lost the shotgun.... The worst part was coming clean with my grandma...that was fuckin' hard.. but it is the most important step in recovery...settling with your past... We are still very close to this day and she has forgivin me for it, but it still eats at me... I was a fucked up person back in the day.... I've been clean from crank for 3 yrs now... and this happened about 6 yrs ago... there I said it....
back in the days of substance abusing me, i killed my neighbor's chihuahua(sp?), the tiny dog that used to annoy the shit out of me... One fine day neighbor was not home and the thing was in a back yard barking his nuts out, so i picked up a 5-pound weight and threw it at the dog... the sad part was that it was the only perfect throw i had in my life - smashed the head flat.
then i quickly picked up my weight and put what was left of the dog into the neighbor's garbage can. it's been 5 years, and i feel really bad about it, but at the same time really good. I'm glad because i caused the asshole neighbor some mental pain, but i'm sad i bagged the pooch. I mean an animal had nothing to do with it, it just happened to be in the way of a wasted crackhead with a weight in his hand... clean of crack and dog hunting for over 4 years
once i was at a party at my friend's and he has a huge yard, he lives in the woods...
some girl i know well was there with her boyfriend who was a cool guy but i didnt know too well at the time. we were riding bicicles and he was going down a hill
suddenly i dont know what went through my mind but I threw a rock(not very hard, sorta like u would throw a grenade) and I aimed it at him, thinking it would totally miss. It hit him in the head and he fell outta the bike. The guy who owns the house was standing by my side and didnt see anything! only i know it was me who threw the rock...
i cant explain what i was thinking when i threw that rock. i happened to me before, doing things and not being able to tell why
once when i was 4 or so(one of my first memories) i threw a transformer action figure in the toilet and flushed it!! - i remember it clearly but wtf?
It was my senior year of high school. Right at the end of the year-days before graduation. Everyone was having parties and on this one thursday night I left this party I was at to meet up with a girlfriend. After driving around, smoking a lot of herb, and having quite a bit of sex I dropped her off and was headed toward my house at about 3 am. I dont remember falling asleep at the wheel but I do remember waking up and flying through a lightpost then slamming on my breaks only to glide across the wet ground and wrecking into an oak tree. Needless to say I freaked out. The peoples who owned the property where the tree that I hit was called the police while I called my mom. After my mom got there she asked me if I had been drinking and I said no. The cops asked me the same thing after the arrived and I stuck with my previous answer. Well anyway I was given a breathalizer and I failed and was charged with a DUI.
This is my deepest secret. Not only am I ashamed for drinking and driving but, the girl that I was with was my friend's girlfriend. I'm also ashamed that I did not trust my family and tell my mom I had been drinking from the start. She always tells me if I was honest with her I wouldnt have been charged with anything because she would have taken me home and gave me time to sober up before a potential drug test. The lesson here is dont fuck your friends girls; dont drink and drive; and dont lie to your family!
at the peak of my meth use, I stole 2 rifles and a shotgun from my grandmother. They were in her attic. They were my late granddad's huntin' rifles.... please don't flame me, I'm very ashamed of this and it happened years ago.... I ended up getting the 2 rifles out of the pawn shop, but I lost the shotgun.... The worst part was coming clean with my grandma...that was fuckin' hard.. but it is the most important step in recovery...settling with your past... We are still very close to this day and she has forgivin me for it, but it still eats at me... I was a fucked up person back in the day.... I've been clean from crank for 3 yrs now... and this happened about 6 yrs ago... there I said it....
back in the days of substance abusing me, i killed my neighbor's chihuahua(sp?), the tiny dog that used to annoy the shit out of me... One fine day neighbor was not home and the thing was in a back yard barking his nuts out, so i picked up a 5-pound weight and threw it at the dog... the sad part was that it was the only perfect throw i had in my life - smashed the head flat.
then i quickly picked up my weight and put what was left of the dog into the neighbor's garbage can. it's been 5 years, and i feel really bad about it, but at the same time really good. I'm glad because i caused the asshole neighbor some mental pain, but i'm sad i bagged the pooch. I mean an animal had nothing to do with it, it just happened to be in the way of a wasted crackhead with a weight in his hand... clean of crack and dog hunting for over 4 years
once i was at a party at my friend's and he has a huge yard, he lives in the woods...
some girl i know well was there with her boyfriend who was a cool guy but i didnt know too well at the time. we were riding bicicles and he was going down a hill
suddenly i dont know what went through my mind but I threw a rock(not very hard, sorta like u would throw a grenade) and I aimed it at him, thinking it would totally miss. It hit him in the head and he fell outta the bike. The guy who owns the house was standing by my side and didnt see anything! only i know it was me who threw the rock...
i cant explain what i was thinking when i threw that rock. i happened to me before, doing things and not being able to tell why
once when i was 4 or so(one of my first memories) i threw a transformer action figure in the toilet and flushed it!! - i remember it clearly but wtf?
It was my senior year of high school. Right at the end of the year-days before graduation. Everyone was having parties and on this one thursday night I left this party I was at to meet up with a girlfriend. After driving around, smoking a lot of herb, and having quite a bit of sex I dropped her off and was headed toward my house at about 3 am. I dont remember falling asleep at the wheel but I do remember waking up and flying through a lightpost then slamming on my breaks only to glide across the wet ground and wrecking into an oak tree. Needless to say I freaked out. The peoples who owned the property where the tree that I hit was called the police while I called my mom. After my mom got there she asked me if I had been drinking and I said no. The cops asked me the same thing after the arrived and I stuck with my previous answer. Well anyway I was given a breathalizer and I failed and was charged with a DUI.
This is my deepest secret. Not only am I ashamed for drinking and driving but, the girl that I was with was my friend's girlfriend. I'm also ashamed that I did not trust my family and tell my mom I had been drinking from the start. She always tells me if I was honest with her I wouldnt have been charged with anything because she would have taken me home and gave me time to sober up before a potential drug test. The lesson here is dont fuck your friends girls; dont drink and drive; and dont lie to your family!
