Sidequest Nine
Weed
I didn't start off wanting to or being ok digging into drugs. I was a 'christian boy' no thanks to fake girlfriend's #1 involvement with me.
Cue scene of sister with her boyfriend smoking a joint suggesting taking a puff when I was still taking karate classes. I must of reeked of weed that day looking back...
I had been refraining from anything 'bad' or 'fun' depending on who you talk to and when in their life.
It was the last season of racing when a shift in attitude occurred.
We went from a go for broke we're going pro attitude, or at least I felt/thought that way to having the plug yanked on the program.
For the last season of racing, Dad also stopped coming to the track every race weekend.
It was the beginning of the end for my dream.
I was given the reason they couldn't afford it. Cue some confusion over the whole ordeal in the chapter referenced above. There was a deal for a 1/2 price season I won fair and square.
I had been getting pulled out of school with reckless abandon, I abandoned and long forgotten the only career path that makes sense.
I was tired of being a goody two-shoes always around party animals at the track but never invited to the party.
I wanted my moment of youth! I wanted to fit in and have friends and go to a party and maybe finally get laid at some point. All that fun frat party stuff you see in the movies and it's made out to be 'awesome'. If it is, I've never had the pleasure of being around any of that energy.
My first moment of teenage debauchery takes place by Little Caesars
I was invited by one of the twins to join him and .....
Drumroll please.
Introducing:
I'm sorry, this is offensive, but it's true, and it wasn't my doing. I've never been to a dress-up Halloween party once my entire life, so I would never have a reason to attempt a costume and dressing up!
It's me, one of the twins, and Pixel Male Phil
Pixel male Phil, feeling funny with Halloween around the corner. Is getting his costume figured out. He has his moustache groomed like Hitler's because he is working on a Hitler costume.
This same person, one of the two who introduced me to weed, participated in my first smoking session. Has gone on to be a police officer, fit, with sparkling white teeth.
I mean no offence, pat on the back and good for you for going on to do something with your life. This is a cop town, so that's an open path here! One that never appealed to me, and I never get to see a good side of. But I can imagine it, and at the same breath, exact person I'd want to avoid now for column a and column b.
Getting back on track.
The same person who dressed up as Hitler that day, was dressing up and styling himself, is the same person who is a police officer now. Hence an iconic image of me smoking a joint in-between a police officer and Hitler!
Moving on!
The first time was the best time for me. I was blitzed that night. I couldn't say a word if my life depended on it. If I hadn't become so addicted to it post that first session, it could remain a one epic night kind of moment.
I have an addictive personality.
Between being a morphine user by grade six in public school.
Then going straight from becoming a grade six hippy, to dropping my old persona for a new one as a race car driver.
Another adrenaline fueled outlet for a different kind of high.
Racing is one hell of a high from my perspective, I know which one I'd prefer.
The end of racing meant moving on to a new addiction. I replaced one habit with another.
Chapter 11 - Decade of Isolation
One lifetime later stuck in a town with free rent, no work, and just enough for a big bag of weed every month alone in my room.