At age 44 I look back on my teenage years and think to myself how the hell did I survive or not end up in prison?
I was completely out of control growing up. I was the biggest menace in the school. They had me labeled as mentally disturbed.
I had a high IQ but no interest in learning. To me from the age of 13 life was one big party. Some classes I liked some I didn’t. I would completely fail one class but ace another.
I went to school high every day. My school had a art program through the local collage and there were only 9 kids in the class. I was the only one that got excepted from my grade.
Some of the stuff I saw and did was unreal growing up. I tell people the stuff I’ve seen and even my close friends think I’m full of it.
It all came crashing down when I got schiz at age 20. I’ve been shot at robbed at gunpoint. I had a butcher knife held to my throat.
I was one of the biggest drug dealers in my area. 2 months after I quit and ened up with schiz I picked up the paper and all of my former contacts were on the front page.
It seemed as tho I dodged bullets at every turn and got away with it.
I ran from the police once and had the entire city of cops looking for me including a helicopter and I got away.
I stole my step dads Porsche and I did 140 mph for 7 minutes. I was dodging in and out of cars like a nascar driver.
I survived 2 really bad car accidents. One accident my car was practically ripped in half. The other car I rolled on the free way and got ejected. I landed in the grass without a scratch.
I had no fear and I lived life on the edge. I swear someone above had to of been looking out for me.
I’ve got even wilder stories but the mods might come after me if I told them.
Here I am all these years later and the highlight of my day is feeding my aquarium fish.
I miss the stuff I did when I was young. I’m just thankful I’m not dead or in prison.