I was a pot head and I was usually the guy sitting quietly in the corner crowd not saying much. Occasionally I WOULD HOOK UP WITH A FEMALE FROM SCHOOL. Would talk to them for a while on some, and then there were a few that would only date eachother a day or two, ya know high school shit. I was 15 maybe 16 when I really truly got my first taste of pussy. Sure I have had a quickie or 2 before but young age raging hormones, Minute maid (that bitch, lol). I mean actually got my first taste of pussy, with a gorgeous little Hispanic that just so happened to be friends with my sister. Back then crystal was fire back then, if ya know what I mean. You could take a hit or two and you could go all night and never reach that money shot, but your room would look like the fire sprinklers went off in there, everything drenched with sweat. That amazing chick would come over acting like she was just stopping in to see my sis and when she would leave to go back home, she would sneak in through my window and we would get our heads right and then just hard core fuck until my alarm started going off for me to get up for school. I was in love with this latino, and today she is one of the sexiest women I have laid my eyes on. If by chance I was given a chance to claim a life with her. I would like to think I would jump right on it, no questions, Or would I choke up, trying to speak out to her but find no words to use. With the aging and all the # that have passed, I have worked hard trying to make a living, real physical type labor since I was 18... Today I have a hernia down by my pette and it hasn't been a problem, but it has gotten down into the kitchen, pretty much sparing with the boys.. been saying I am gonna go to the e.r. and get this whole process started so I can get this speed bump behind me, but there is always that thought. Most of it comes from past #,s experience from first hand per say, a little from watching past experiences with someone you know or knew in the past. When things in life happen like my situation, it's pretty much damned if you do& damned if you don't. That one thought always lingers in my galaxy in times like this but that thought what if things don't go the way it needs to. Things could be worse off but wouldn't know until the antystetic's wore off and I wake up... Then it will be to late... WhAt if they grab a wrong chart and I end up like Bruce Jenner... Come out looking like the chicago bulls just ran a drunken butchered slam dunk contest on a roast beef sandwich without any gravy... Just dry AF... Just what if?

So growing up I wasn't that popular in school, I was the square that didn't say much unless I new the person. Then I would start interacting with people once the the base grounds of understanding who that person was going to be with self priority or personalitys. basically when I knew that they wasn't just some ole bitch ass drama starting charity case. I assume that the kids I went to school with back then didn't realize I was fucking high AF when I was at school. Weed smoking was what we did, daylight to dark, Wake and bake just to get you through the day of those lame immature class mates that were usually buzzkills. To me I was one of the coolest MF'r anyone could have wanted to hangout with on the weekends, not only because I was just a cool MF'r, but I had the hookups with what ever we decided to get wasted on. Beer, pot, painpills, barbiturates. Ya know whatever we wanted..