how was it?

how was it? (life of a pot head)January 31st, 2007 by chubbykins
how was it that life came ti this???
A long time ago… well actually it was just a few years short of a decade. there was a boy in sophomore high school…to tell you frankly this boy has been a pot head for over a year now.
In school he had a world of his own. An island if you will.
no close friends. He had himself and himself alone. but come to the outside of his school and he had affiliations that a child of fourteen shouldn’t have. he was friends with potheads, drug dealers and a hand full of asses that liked to see head rolls…
this was his life. nothing to worry about tomorrow but where to get the next joint. until one of his pothead friends introduced him to a pothead girl.
yeah,they hit it off great. four months latter this girl was already developing a baby.
the most hatefully part of this story
within that four months of pregnancy, this couple still drank, smoked pot andhad an average of eight hours of sleep in three days.the fetus couldn’t take the fatigue.
this guy was ready to start a new, once the kid was born.
this guy was ready to stand on his feet to raise a family.
he was excited.
on the Fourth month, in a disco bar, his girl goes up to him sobbing…mumbling out "may dugo" (I’m bleeding). at first he couldn’t understand…then the girl said that when she went to the toilet, chunks of blood came out of her…this guy was outraged!
how was it!?
how was it that I hope to start a better life, it blows up on me!?
this guy walked out on her and started walking home. it was raining cats and dogs that time. two in the morning, walking in the rain for two kilometers. he had to bite the side of his mouth to keep his teeth from chattering.
he had hoped for a better life for his child.he had hoped he would be a father.he had hoped to struggle for his baby the way his dad struggled for him and his siblings.
two weeks latter, a mutual friend of theirs said she was leaving.headed for Laguna.no. he didn’t hate her.he loathed her.
how was it that it came to this?
how was it that his hopes would have to burn in front of him?
after this event, one of his pothead friends, "boner," came to him with a little less of ten grams of "poor man’s cocaine."he declined on the offer for two reasons; he was still in grief and most of all, he didn’t like the white stuff.after school he went to "boner’s" apartment, with all the other pot heads.when they entered the room, "boner" was lying on the couch face down.they woke him up to no success.it was then that they realized an empty sachet, a piece of aluminum foil and a lighter on the side table…
they checked his pulse to understand.O.D.boner had an over dose.it was then that they were in panic. they called the cops, called "boners" mom and split the scene.
all of his friends split the city. he stayed behind to finish his studies.
it was then that he discovered religion. he found new Faith through a non-government religious organization. but that’s another story.