The Bad Trip
The Bad Trip
It was October, 2012, when my uncle Dan was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Everyone was devastated, cancer is bad, but stage four is the worst. Mom was crushed, Dan was like a dad to her. So she went up to Batesville, Indiana for as long as it took for him to get better. Sadly, he passed two months into his treatments. The family and I suspected mom would be coming home soon, but that didn't happen the way we suspected. Mom was leaving and she wasn't coming back. I couldn't believe it, her and Dad had been married for twenty years and she was leaving. I was more than confused, upset, and angry all together. I felt betrayed, my mom was my only friend growing up and she was walking out. A month down the road, she came back, grabbed her stuff and my ten year old sister, Jade, and left. Down the road, we moved into a smaller house fit for three. Montana, my dad, and I, and when we moved. All Hell broke lose.
Six months into the divorce, Montana got some new friends, they had a particular hobby that Montana and I had never heard of, smoking marijuana. Montana and I smoked the joint, and didn't feel much. So we didn’t think it was a big deal. He didn’t like it as much as me, he pretty much stopped. I began to smoke on a regular basis. This continued for about three months. Eventually, we both started to realize it was a bad idea, and we told our dad. As stupid as we thought it was. It helped both of us in the long run. We got it out of our systems and we could carry on with our lives doing the right thing. Sadly, temptation and addiction is a very powerful combination.
I had been clean for about a month and a half, and I was having a terrible day at school. I decided to ask my dad to come get me from school. Him being the father he should be, told me to stay in school. I couldn't believe him, just “leaving me hanging.” My buddy David came and talked to me during lunch. He said him and some friends were going to hotbox there car after school. I
It was October, 2012, when my uncle Dan was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Everyone was devastated, cancer is bad, but stage four is the worst. Mom was crushed, Dan was like a dad to her. So she went up to Batesville, Indiana for as long as it took for him to get better. Sadly, he passed two months into his treatments. The family and I suspected mom would be coming home soon, but that didn't happen the way we suspected. Mom was leaving and she wasn't coming back. I couldn't believe it, her and Dad had been married for twenty years and she was leaving. I was more than confused, upset, and angry all together. I felt betrayed, my mom was my only friend growing up and she was walking out. A month down the road, she came back, grabbed her stuff and my ten year old sister, Jade, and left. Down the road, we moved into a smaller house fit for three. Montana, my dad, and I, and when we moved. All Hell broke lose.
Six months into the divorce, Montana got some new friends, they had a particular hobby that Montana and I had never heard of, smoking marijuana. Montana and I smoked the joint, and didn't feel much. So we didn’t think it was a big deal. He didn’t like it as much as me, he pretty much stopped. I began to smoke on a regular basis. This continued for about three months. Eventually, we both started to realize it was a bad idea, and we told our dad. As stupid as we thought it was. It helped both of us in the long run. We got it out of our systems and we could carry on with our lives doing the right thing. Sadly, temptation and addiction is a very powerful combination.
I had been clean for about a month and a half, and I was having a terrible day at school. I decided to ask my dad to come get me from school. Him being the father he should be, told me to stay in school. I couldn't believe him, just “leaving me hanging.” My buddy David came and talked to me during lunch. He said him and some friends were going to hotbox there car after school. I