So it all started about 2 weeks ago. School was going to start, and I wanted to celebrate a summer of many experiences (getting my first job, getting my first car, totalling my first car, losing most of my friends, but gaining new ones...and more) with a little pot. A person that I know, we'll call him Pat, called me up, and asked me for a ride somewhere. Now, Pat isn't too good of a person, so I was reluctant, but giving him a possibility of a ride, I asked him where I could get some. He got me a name, and I thought, "I know that name!" So I go look in my yearbook, and lo and behold, their number. Pat asks me if I'll smoke him up, and I said, "Probably not." So I go over to this guys house, and he hooks me up with a $50 sack. But, right before then, Pat and his stupid little friend show up. Nontheless, I smoke everyone up.
Walking out of the complex, I was walking to my car, and Pat kept on asking me to sell him a dime, but I refused. He kept asking me, and asking me, and I kept on saying, "No." He asks if he can see it, and I (stupidly) said, "Sure." And this is where my troubles begin. He runs off, into some fucking stupid lawns, and since hes mexican, he can run fucking fast. I get into the car with my GF, and all I said was, "I don't care. I don't care!" And I was really happy with myself that I took the situation that well. Fast forward 2 weeks, and I'm ready to find another sack, so I call up one of my good friends, and ask her if she could hook me up. She said, "Sure, I can, I just need a ride to a friends house." So I pick her up, and we go over to her friends house, and he calls around. We find some, and we go to pick it up, but I needed to be at work in 15 minutes. So we got the stuff, and I was ready to drop them off, and he asks, "Dude, since I hooked you up, could you gimmie a little?" So I, reluctantly gave him a little, but apparently it wasn't enough. Little did I know, was that he was pissed off with me, even though I told him why I didn't want to give him a lot.
Fast forward to tonight. Its the high school football game, between the two rival high schools, and my girlfriend, and my friend go to watch it, with plans to go down to a cafe later that night, to hear my friend's sister's friend play there. So after the game, we stroll over to the cafe, and we just chill out for 30 minutes. Out of nowhere, comes Pat, and the other guy that was pissed at me. And in the middle of the cafe, he says to me, "He wants to rob you too..." Now, my problems are getting out of hand. I get a call soon after, and my dad asks, "Where the F are you?!" And I get mad, and say to him, "Who are you calling my phone, yelling at me, asking "Where the F are you?!"" And apparently, that really angered him. My gf, and my friend leave to have some tea at my GFs house, and I'm feeling lots of tension between my GF and me. Then, I come home, and I see my mom smoking on the porch. I ask her whats up, the usual stuff, and she doesn't respond. Like I'm a fucking ghost. I go inside, and see my dad is asleep in his room, and so I turn off the lights and turn off the TV, and let him sleep.
A little after that, I ask my mother why shes not talking to me, and she still doesn't respond. Having been so stressed out, I just started to cry, and I went into the dining room, and my mother steps in, blaming me for her starting to drink again. I tell her what had happened, and she understood, with some reluctantness. I ask her, "What should we do about Dad?" And she said to tell him. Then, she comes up to my room, while I'm on the comp, and she tells me not to tell him, because he'll think lower of me. So now I'm in a fucking jam, and I wont win either way. Its either I tell my dad, and him not respect me at all, or respect me less, or him be mad at me, and me just apologize for being a whore, and possibly not get a car till next year...
But now, I don't trust any shitter, and always keep a knife on me at all times.
I'm not blaming anyone for anything here, though. Everything here has been a choice that I made, and the cause and effect it had on my life... so yeah. Fuck.
*edit*
Let me add, that Pat is one crazy mother fucker. Some guy in a laundromat called him an asshole, and he jacked his car, got a gun, and shot it up.
Walking out of the complex, I was walking to my car, and Pat kept on asking me to sell him a dime, but I refused. He kept asking me, and asking me, and I kept on saying, "No." He asks if he can see it, and I (stupidly) said, "Sure." And this is where my troubles begin. He runs off, into some fucking stupid lawns, and since hes mexican, he can run fucking fast. I get into the car with my GF, and all I said was, "I don't care. I don't care!" And I was really happy with myself that I took the situation that well. Fast forward 2 weeks, and I'm ready to find another sack, so I call up one of my good friends, and ask her if she could hook me up. She said, "Sure, I can, I just need a ride to a friends house." So I pick her up, and we go over to her friends house, and he calls around. We find some, and we go to pick it up, but I needed to be at work in 15 minutes. So we got the stuff, and I was ready to drop them off, and he asks, "Dude, since I hooked you up, could you gimmie a little?" So I, reluctantly gave him a little, but apparently it wasn't enough. Little did I know, was that he was pissed off with me, even though I told him why I didn't want to give him a lot.
Fast forward to tonight. Its the high school football game, between the two rival high schools, and my girlfriend, and my friend go to watch it, with plans to go down to a cafe later that night, to hear my friend's sister's friend play there. So after the game, we stroll over to the cafe, and we just chill out for 30 minutes. Out of nowhere, comes Pat, and the other guy that was pissed at me. And in the middle of the cafe, he says to me, "He wants to rob you too..." Now, my problems are getting out of hand. I get a call soon after, and my dad asks, "Where the F are you?!" And I get mad, and say to him, "Who are you calling my phone, yelling at me, asking "Where the F are you?!"" And apparently, that really angered him. My gf, and my friend leave to have some tea at my GFs house, and I'm feeling lots of tension between my GF and me. Then, I come home, and I see my mom smoking on the porch. I ask her whats up, the usual stuff, and she doesn't respond. Like I'm a fucking ghost. I go inside, and see my dad is asleep in his room, and so I turn off the lights and turn off the TV, and let him sleep.
A little after that, I ask my mother why shes not talking to me, and she still doesn't respond. Having been so stressed out, I just started to cry, and I went into the dining room, and my mother steps in, blaming me for her starting to drink again. I tell her what had happened, and she understood, with some reluctantness. I ask her, "What should we do about Dad?" And she said to tell him. Then, she comes up to my room, while I'm on the comp, and she tells me not to tell him, because he'll think lower of me. So now I'm in a fucking jam, and I wont win either way. Its either I tell my dad, and him not respect me at all, or respect me less, or him be mad at me, and me just apologize for being a whore, and possibly not get a car till next year...
But now, I don't trust any shitter, and always keep a knife on me at all times.
I'm not blaming anyone for anything here, though. Everything here has been a choice that I made, and the cause and effect it had on my life... so yeah. Fuck.
*edit*
Let me add, that Pat is one crazy mother fucker. Some guy in a laundromat called him an asshole, and he jacked his car, got a gun, and shot it up.