Narrative: Body Paragraphs

Going off of what I wrote last week. I still feel as if it was a lie and I’m switching subject to sobriety: about how I felt when I was high what led up to my sobriety what made me decide to become sober and how I feel now that I’m sober…how I felt when I was high?
I remember sitting there waiting for my dealer to call me back and tell me where the spot was and when I could pick up my happy time waiting for the time to pass. Tick tock tick tock goes the clock, wasted time of my life although this is bad for me I still felt like doing it and I loved it. As I drive to the spot grab my stuff and almost right away spark up a bowl. By now you probably feel like I do now that I’m sober “god I just want to smack this kid.” But wait before you get that image in your mind think about it put yourself in my shoes.


What led up to my sobriety and what made me decide to become sober I guess I really didn’t have a choice on whether I could still smoke or not because I got locked up. As I sat there still waiting for more time to pass waiting for my alarm clock to go off so I knew to get ready to go to work sleep deprived and erie. As I got up off of my broken down couch. Getting ready to go to work I was sick of it wanted to quit but damn that addiction I had to pay for it somehow I couldn’t steal from my mom she had no money to steal. I go to work pull ridonkulous shifts three shifts in a row seven to two, two to eleven, eleven to nine the next morning still sleep deprived I get on the city bus and wait to transfer as I get home my mother is waiting in the living room holding my special box. My special box that held my drugs covered in stickers of all sorts. That box in one hand her cellphone in the other getting ready to call my probation officer. I turn around and walk out pull out my cell and ext my friends “hey I need a place to crash is it cool if I come over” as I walked back to the bus stop I got a text and it said “not right now I’m at school later” I turn around and walk back to the house that some call home I call it hell. I walk through the door and told my mom that I didn’t want to do it anymore.

Too late the cops are on their way . I step outside to smoke and wait there for the cops to show up I sit there smoking cops show up I finish off the last thing that ill have for a little while. Sure I could have ran away but what’s the point of that ill just get more trouble that I don’t need I stand up empty my pockets get rid of my smokes lighter money and enerything else that makes me happy. Arrested and in the back of the cop car. The cop says on the radio we have a ten eighty seven from logan transport to dt paraphanelia domestic dispute. “domestic?” what did my mom tell you guys?

Alex