Chapter four- progression
If I have to think back to just when the progression into a disease and the beginning of a series of disappointments began, it had to be around 1979, my senior year in high school. As senior, I had 2 easy classes and 2 P.E classes, where I spent a lot of energy getting stronger, and wanting to get buffed because I did not like my skinny frame I had and wanted to get a good physique to impress the girls, and utterly failed, when it came to girls, but did bench press a lot and deadlifted a lot for a 150 pound kid. Many times I began getting pot from local connection, and began to hang out with dopers more. I remember one time, there lived right next door to us, the main pothead on street, with long blonde hair, while I looked like a jock, and it stunned this dude when I approached him about getting pot. He told me, “Man, I thought you were a mama’s boy! We then proceeded for next year and a half to best friends, and he was my connection for pot, and of course when we wanted alcohol? My younger brother was able to go into liquor stores and get booze, because he looked older, and I thought this all very funny. Now, most young people as a senior in high school are planning on college, but not me, and my parents were not exactly pushing us to go to college, because of his work and gambling, and my mother’s drinking off and on. At this point, all I cared about was lifting weights, drinking and smoking pot. What amazes me to this day is the fact my younger brother tried harder drugs than I did, and yet went onto become a well-adjusted and successful man. My tolerance for beer and any alcohol had gotten higher, and drinking a 12 pack of beer and smoking a joint was not big deal to me, and in fact, I could drink 7 or 8 beers and bench press over 225 for reps in our garage, something that got me respect I was looking for. I was a strong kid at 155 pounds, and could outlift bigger dudes. i got a job after high school at a fast food restaurant and showed good management potential i was told, and stayed there for 10 months before i got fired, along with 3 others because at this job, every one of us drank and smoked pot on the job,and we ruined this store. to lose my very first job due to alcohol abuse was a sure sign of things that would come, and was the start of my downward spiral to one day achieving the american nightmare.
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