CAUTION STAY 100 Meters Back Or You Will Be Shot – Page 6

It was September, 1992 and my very first day attending a public school since kindergarten had begun out of more lobbying efforts with my mother.

My first day at Palmer High School in September 1992 was far more impersonal than what I had been used to at a much smaller school like the Adventist school on Maud Road. There was all this signing up to this, and signing up to that, at all these tables.

Then finding the classrooms proved to be challenging. But eventually I learned the location of all classrooms. It was during the first six months of high school freshman year that I met a real odd-fellow named Michael Denson.

Mike was a very loud-mouthed, asinine, shady, and pushy guy. Without any explanation other than the fact he was simply stroking his own massive ego.

It was quickly learned of us that we lived directly across the street from each other on Bodenburg Loop

Now I started to go to Mike’s place everyday after school. Because he offered me cigarettes and marijuana. For the first year, I said ’no’ every single time. But then one day I said yes to the cigarettes.

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Michael was on this occasion smoking a menthol cigarette he swindled from his mother. I was meanwhile hacking up crud in my throat. He mentioned my hacking and further stated that “menthols are good for a cough”

I bought into it. He handed me the cigarette. The immediate head rush felt good to me. Really good in fact! Here I’d found a friend! Or so I thought. More like a psycho stalker that is hard to shake. And if you shake the stalker, he still watches over you.

Now at the high school in Palmer, I was able wander outside by the the music department and sneak out a cigarette to puff on. In subsequent mornings, hundreds of students began doing this. Now there was a huge crowd outside the music department. Mr. Pennington would poke his head out of the door and people will scatter.

It was in November when I was sitting in Rod Christiansen’s math 101 class. Myself and another student were engaging in an argument over what is to most long-forgotten issues. A nearby male student misled himself into believing that I was being derogatory towards him. Whether right or wrong, the result was me getting my ass kicked through and through by this guy! And next the principal sentenced both of us to one day of in-house detention. We spent the entire day bugging the crap out of each other.

Soon after this I briefly dated a girl by the name of Theresa, I don’t remember her last name. But we went together for a record-breaking month. She was cute, she had shoulder length black hair, a very cute face,and she could be rather timid!

In February 1992, I was flunking all my classes by the simple fact that I wasn’t going to any classes at all. I had lost all interest in Palmer High School. My grades read as follows ‘I’,‘I’,‘I’ meaning incomplete. This was on every single class – 6 of them.

What I decided to do was to initiate my complete withdrawal as an academic student at the high school. I called my father and convinced him drive to the high school and sign my withdrawal form. He was clearly agitated when he arrived. We had a brief face-to-face three way chat together in the counselor’s office. My father signed the paper with a look of vengeance on his face. Oh I’d be washing dishes at home tonight! Whenever I did something bad as a kid, he would say “get your ass in here Sean and do the dishes!” It would be in a irritated rushed response. “Ok!” I would immediately yell back to him.

But whatever! I was out of school until the next fall, and no longer had to wake up at 6 a.m. every weekday for the immediate future. That made me a happy young man. So now I had plenty of time to chill out. On one of these first free days, I saw Michael Denson. He asked me at his mother’s apartment if I wanted to smoke some Marijuana with him.

I thought about it for a few minutes. At first my brain said no way! Then Mike lit the pot pipe he had stuck to his mouth and started inhaling as much as he could. And he then held the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds and threw out a massive cloud. He looked at me and said “well?”

“Ahh hell with it!” I said to Mike and took the pipe from him. Mike instructed me to “hold in the smoke as long as possible.” After all, I’d never smoked marijuana before! I put the small metal pipe into my mouth, lit the bowl and inhaled deeply. This was too much smoke to inhale and I immediately spewed the smoke out of my mouth. I coughed a few more times and my goodness, I felt incredibly good all at once!

Mike passed the pipe to me again. This time I inhaled slower and I didn’t spew anything out of my mouth at all.

I exhaled and sat down on the couch by the window in the apartment. I’d never felt anything like this! It makes me feel creative and made me laugh a lot. After two hours I went home. The whole day I was just really relaxed and happy.

I was ready to spend $40 to “buy a bag” as they call it in Matanuska-Susitna Valley. Mike had the leads, so he called some weird dungeons and dragons fanatics. It took nearly an hour to receive the bag of marijuana. But I thought it wasn’t too bad of a wait to endure for something so magical like this herb.

It was this summer that I began smoking cigarettes and marijuana regularly.