An Explanation Of Me

My neighboor (the sponser)'s older brother had just arrived back from rehab. Now I guess we started to become better friends which was certainly nice. One night I was laying in bed watching a movie at two a.m. and the older brother calls. He tells me that he's tripping his balls off. I asked him if it was off of mushrooms which I thought it was. But he informs me that it was from this new drug called tryptamines. I later learned that there was more than one drug with tryptamines and this particular one was called Foxy. Now this was probably one of the first times Foxy had been introduced to our city. He had boughten about eight doses and asked if I wanted to buy some. I'm not sure if I have a weak personality or just eager to try new drugs but anyways I agreed. So that afternoon he fronted me twenty-five millagrams in a little capsule. I swalled it around ten p.m. and didn't really feel anything for a while. Now he hadn;t even thought of snorting it yet (which he eventually did) so we both had swallowed it. At the same time he had also bought some Molly (pure MDMA) and I had the choice of either one. I hadn't never rolled but I still decided to get the Foxy.

So before I even start to trip I snuck out and rode my bike to my friend's house. He lived eight or more miles away. This was the furthest I had ever ridden. I arrived there and when I sat down I had the biggest grin on my face. I felt so good that i couldn't describe it. At the time I hadn't had many visuals yet but I planned to. We smoked a bowl of some good chronic and I eventually left to go home. When I arrived back at my house, the two brothers came up to chill. The older brother (who had sold it to me) was rolling on a pinch of the molly he had boughten. I started having insane visuals and eventually they left. I lied there playing guitar and I could almost feel my mind opening. Somehow I did Foxy (5-MeO-DiPT) seven or eight more times until the brother finally though everyone was sick of it.

You see originally everyone was afraid to do it. Me and the brother were like the only people to do it except for this crack head. I told everyone how amazing it was and about a month later, it seemed like everyone (od the druggies) had done it. I was one of the only one who though it was better than rolling. Maybe I was addicted. But time went by. Smoking, playing guitar, hacky sacking. My summer was going well. The funny thing is that I accidently ate some the night before my driving school (one classroom day from eight a.m. to four p.m.). I had to go and learn how to drive (in a classroom) still tripping my balls off.

Well it was still all fine up until a week ago. My mother was yelling at me for all this stuff that I considered gay. Like wearing my retainer (I had braces ), my dirty room which had dishes in it, not doing a practice ACT test, and other things. I took the verbal "beating" you could say and eventually she went to bed. Now I had just bought a dank eighth that I hadn't smoked much of yet. You see I would smoke before I went to bed to help me sleep. Well my mom being nice comes up to apologize and finds me..

Continued on next post. Hey it's long but it's a good autobiography .

 

me smoking. Of course she yells and my dad comes up. Now all along I had recieved the impression that they didn't really care that much or at least my dad didn't care that much (my dad was a former stoner before my mom made him quit). They yelled and I honestly felt bad. I was baked off my ass though. They took my pipe (maybe the best spoon in America), my nug box which literally was the best, and my eighth. I was grounded of course and the worse thing was that we had taken my guitar in to be replaced. my computer was taken as well as my televison. The next day I woke up at eight a.m. and read my assigned reading book most of the day. I had to take little naps here and there though because I was definately not used to getting up at eight. I eventually recieved my computer and television back. I can now hang out with Nick and Ian but right now them only. I lost all my trust, but it seems like my mom is starting to understand. I thought I was going to be able to make a debate about weed not being bad, but my mother immediatly went into how it can be laced. Of course I was quiet.

Now it brings us to now. I listen to a very diverse variety of music. Whether it's psycadelic techno (for tripping and just listening now), classic rock, modern rock, all sorts of bands and groups that are underestimated, classical, and even rap sometimes. I understand that music is art so that really music is all equal, but we all have different taste. I have finally understand why I don't like being called a hippie or someone else calling themselves a hippies. You see we all want to belong to a group. It's just a natural thing to go toward a group. That's what I did during eighth grade and part of my freshman year. But what happens when you go by this title (such has "hippie" or "punk" or what not) it makes people think that you are suppose to have certain beliefs. And then again some people with closed minds (like my younger self) think that they need to change all their beliefs to match those of the title. Sometimes we might not always even believe in that but because we want to be considered that we go by it.

Now I told you why I go by Peace. It's something I can hold on to. Now, like I said earlier, I'm not always peaceful verbally. This is kind of like mental abuse which is worse then physical abuse. But I still believe in passiveness. For whatever reason it makes sense to me. I actually believe in it not just the title. Now sometimes I can be a bit aggressive (hint passive aggressive ), we all have bad days, but you don't want people saying, "You can't do such and such. You're a hippie!". This is what happened to me and opened my mind.

Last of my AutoBiography on last post. Promise.

 

You might need to chill a bit brotha........i think thats it.....just relax and blaze a bowl...........its a great story..........but you are who you are..........

 

Hahaha, uh-oh, got you with the dope eh? I'm actually finding this all really fascinating, and that really wasn't sarcastic. I like listening to the stories of people's growth...

By the way...
It's spelled 'genius' not 'genious,' (ironic, no?)
The past tense of 'buy' would be 'bought,' NOT 'boughten'
and "Led Zeppelin IX" would mean "Led Zeppelin Nine." I think you were looking for this little fella: IV. "X" is ten, "V" is five.

Yeah, I'm a real asshole at the moment, who cares about little mistakes like this, but the vast amount of grammatial errors I've read tonight has just pushed me over the edge.

 

hahahaha............genious...............i just had to comment

 

I originally had beliefs like many other people. I have realized to warp these beliefs to fit what I believe in. I don't want people saying that I can't do what I do because I'm a such-and-such. Thise goes for most things including group (example: hippie or goth) and religion. I have my own beliefs but I've learned that I'm not always right. I picked that up from Buddhist. No religion is wrong because you cannot prove it right or wrong. The same goes for other things. I've learned to not persuade people but rather tell them my views and discuss my views. My attitude is that someday I'll be a God of something. The funny thing is that I don't know what. Maybe baseball, bowling, guitar (which would be awesome), botany or even professional poker.

There is one thing that I would like to leave you with. The main way to be peaceful is to open-minded. Mental abuse a.k.a. bashing other's ideas or some other types of mental abuse is one of the worse things. It kills that person because they cal lose self-confidence and stop believing in themselves. Open-minded is the way to cure this. Listen to people. I know I'm kind of hypacritical because I don't always do this, but we all need to try. I'm not a racist, a sexist or any other thing like that. In fact when people make jokes meant to hurt people of other ethnities or gender I honestly feel bad. Now I admit that I'm a weak person and sometimes don't stand up for that group, but I honestly feel bad.

I hope you've learned why I am me. I'd honestly be surprised if you read it all, howveer I would be very thankful for you reading it.

Your neighborhood insomniac,
Peace a.k.a. Tyler Wayne

 

haha, i noticed all the errors too.. quite ironic..

 

Sorry about all the errors. I'm sure there is a lot of them, but I wasn't focusing on the grammar as much as getting it typed.

 

Haha, yeah, that's fine. The most hilarious thing, though, is all the errors in my statement editing yours. I can see all the errors in the writing of others, but not my own I did read it all, I thought, but did I miss something between your mom walking into your bedroom, and you becoming a God of bowling?
Ooookay never mind, I found it, ha.

 

you should write a book man i just went through your first 4 posts, pretty cool reading all that

 

Yeah I left some things out because I had so much that I wan't to remember to say. This isn't part of the autobiography but I'll explain it none the less. See it was a couple summers ago. I think I wrote it wrong saying last summer, but it was actually the summer before eigth grade. I had stayed up all night doing something and when my dad woke up, I convinced him to take us bowling. It was about nine in the morning at the time. So we go bowling and as we're leaving I see a thing about a bowling league. Now I had remember my mom telling me that I should join a tennis league or something like that so I proposed the bowling league. Both my parents agreed and I started bowling. I eventually (what a great word ) learned to throw a hook and get bowling. So during freshman year we had to take two semesters of physical education. Near the end of the school year we went to the bowling alley on block days for like a hour and a half. It was funny because people thought I was the God of bowling. Like they would come up and just watch me and ask for a bunch of help. And they were always like, "What did you bowl Jesus?". So yeah.

I guess I've always had a wierd taste of interest. Bowling is one of my favorite things to do. I ahven't bowled a three undred (perfect game) yet but my high was two hundred and eighty. I bowled elevn of the twelve strikes needed but I goofed in the second frame and bowled a four spare.

So yeah. I'll be God. Some day.

EDIT: Like I said, I don't care if you don't give a fuck about this. I posted it so you guys can learn what I've been through and why I am what I am.

 

yea, pretty interesting stuff you told there, peace.. just took forever to read it all! haha, i bet it was even worse writing it..

 

youre gonna have to kill bravesirrubin to reach that plateau

 

Don't worry... It will all be taken care of .