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"The other day we got this 101 Things to do That are Better Than Drugs or wahtever and it was like really
stupid stuff like "blow on a babys tummy". LOL. Anyway, just say somehting like "I've got a life ahead of me and I'm not
gonna screw it up".
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Drinking and Driving
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I was 14 and at a party with my steady boyfriend. He was 2 years older and many of his friends were seniors in high school. To my young eyes, their parties seemed wild and exciting. In hindsight I know that they were out of control and not all that exciting. But I learned that the hard way. I learned that by watching somebody die from doing drugs. His name was Gordon and I didn't know him that well. I knew he was always smiling. I knew people seemed to gravitate toward him. I knew that he was popular and good-looking. I also knew he did drugs. In fact, at least half of my boyfriend's group did.
These were upper middle class kids with good parents and solid futures. Their families all belonged to the same social circles and the parents knew each other well. I felt honored to be a part of this group; they were rich and seemed to have it all, but it was strange to me that they partied with drugs. The alcohol I understood. We couldn't go to an adult hosted event like a yacht club party or a charity fundraiser without alcohol being present (and flowing). It made sense to me that my boyfriend and his friends would mimic what they saw at their parent's parties and serve alcoholic drinks. But the drugs baffled me. Jonah (my boyfriend) later told me that they did drugs to rebel against their parents. He said that it was as if the group worked as one to show their parents they were independent and that they could make their own decisions. It was ironic that they all caved into each other and peer pressure in order to express independence.
The experimenting was a grand production. Gordon bought for all who wanted and always had a little extra for last minute wannabes. It really was like a movie. I found it interesting, but I never indulged, it just seemed too risky. Turned out I was right. The night Gordon died I begged Jonah to stay sober. I told him I felt sick and might want to leave early. He agreed, and as fate would have it, it was a good thing that he did. It was 9pm when Gordon made the call to a dealer and by 10pm half the people there were on acid. At about 10:30pm Gordon started to foam at the mouth. Some people thought he was playing a joke and stood around laughing and pointing but I knew something was wrong. So did Jonah. He ran upstairs and called 911.
When the ambulance got there Gordon was in convulsions. I am talking about real convulsions, the kind when a person's body moves in ways you don't think are even possible. He was foaming at the mouth. His eyes wouldn't shut. I started to cry. The paramedics worked hard to stabilize him and quickly moved him to the ambulance. When one of them asked us what he had taken some girl answered, "Just a few drinks, vodka I think!" I'll never forget the way the paramedic looked when he heard that answer, "Vodka my ass!" he muttered as he pulled Jonah aside.
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