Let’s begin by telling this is not a personal story
but of my best friend. Our story together began in school two small brats that
had just left the nest and thought they could take the world on their shoulders.
we were both driven by the obligation that we had to change the world we were
political addicts always thinking of the best that we could do to help society,
but don’t worry this story is more interesting than two kids with an addiction
to politics, this is a more obscure and dark addiction, one that is harder to
forget.
As two 14 year old ignorant boys we didn’t have
the educational bases to be able to orientate our ideas in a decently coherent
way. I for one started getting involved with social rejects which further on I
would introduce to my friend. My friend, on the other hand, began to look
towards music that only showed hatred and disgust towards everything. I don’t
know about you but I think this is a rather bad combination. The Funny thing
about this story rejects attract other rejects. Both of us had the same name,
long hair, bad ideas, well you get the point.
Time went by and both of us got more and more
involved in this subculture known as “punks”; each time the people became more
and more social rejects with more bizarre looks than the last one. My friend
and I were both from good schools and well positioned families and we were both
in the wrong place. For me this lasted more or less one year, and I managed to
have some badass “friends” if you can call them that; but my friends
involvement, with this subculture took him deep in for at least 2 years if not
more, after the first year is when everything began to get more and more
gloomy.
After I left this life style, and decided to go
towards a more posh life style my friend and I drew considerably worlds apart.
He left school and stopped talking to all his long life friends, and that I
when the real addiction began, the addiction to drugs. First he began with hard
liquor, then some other type of drugs such as marijuana, cocaine but his real
favorite time drug was glue, more commonly known as Boxer. This is used by
people on the street to forget about their hunger, but my friend wasn’t in need
of that he had a good home to get to; he only had really bad influences and made
stupid life choices what a better combination than that to end up in rehab.
It wasn’t easy to get my friend into rehab; it
took a lot of bad things to happen, especially the threat of being thrown into
family care, for him to reconsider the idea of being put in rehab. Time went by;
to be precise 6 months went by. A process in which I and almost all our friends
accompanied him through. Now a days I can say proudly that he has completely
recuperated doesn’t consume absolutely anything and has a scholarship at his
university, after all sometimes life does forgive and we can have a second
chance.
One small detail I forgot to mention is that I
left that world because I noticed that it was no necessary to dress or act like
a clown to have a political ideal or an interest to help society, besides the
fact that with that way of dressing how was I going to find a girlfriend ever.