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Monday, July 26, 2010

Setbacks & Milestones: The Rizes and Falls

PART 6:  CHOICES Vol.1

It was a short time after returning from our family vacation in North Carolina, in 1992.  Still summer, but closing in on my final year of elementary, or first year of High School, as it would have been in some other places.

It was this summer that I found my niche, becoming quite skilled at my little B&E adventures... but I began finding treasures.  In my own country and city, these were things of value, things that I could sell and make some good money.  And that is what I began doing.

At first jewelery and other small knickknacks that were easy to get rid of for small amounts of money, at times I would find the occasional gun, whether a hand gun or rifle, pellet guns or live ammunition they tended to be fairly easy to unload in the street.

Not always the smartest idea I ever had, the best idea I had was to sell the ammunition separately from firearm itself.  That literally saved my own life a few times... when trying to sell a firearm in the street without having a back up can be a very risky sale.

Around the same time the school year started, I came into contact with a stockpile, or somebody's stash in my nightly adventures.  I found a substantial amount of drugs in somebody's home, it really blew my mind because at that point in my life I had already had contact with drugs, but never in this quantity...

I had no idea what I was getting into, the exact amount, or its worth.  I had a fairly good idea of what each and everything was, so I took everything that I could fit in my bag and was able to  return later that same night to take the rest.  Luckily, nobody was home...

I had knowledge of a few people that new more about this kind of thing than I did.  I sought them out in the hall ways of the neighborhood schools for advice and guidance in what to do with a small amount of certain types of drugs/narcotics...

They new who I was from the neighborhood or school, so they were able to give me some instruction without being too suspicious... One gave me a short and easy recipe on how to make cocaine into rock/crack, then asked me to bring a sample and we would go from there. Being busy with my schooling, and my side adventures, as well as organized sports outside of school, it was a few weeks before I actually made contact with these people again....

It was also around this time that I began to experiment with some types of drugs.  I made a couple rules for myself to live by, just because there was other things I wanted to accomplish in my life and I thought that if I used those harder drugs that were usually followed by some severe substance issues and/or addiction.

I had ideas in my head that, I could smoke weed, but not cigarette.... Don't drink coffee, or beer or try to as little as possible, I could drink liquor, but in moderation...  These rules for myself didn't always stick, but they were some guidelines...

I also chose not to put anything up my nose, because I liked to fight and my reasoning was that snorting drugs would weaken my nose...  Another rule was no needle drugs what so ever...

For the most part, I stuck to my own set of rules, while breaking pretty much every other one I could think of.  These rules that I chose to live by allowed me to enjoy what I was doing rather than crave it and turn into a fiend which was very important to me at the time....

After moving into a different neighborhood, I had made more friends through the people I knew from school.  I even made peace with some people that I had forgot about having problems with at even younger ages.  I had an older friend who happened to be in a band around this time, and that kind of sparked a set of ideas that would seem to last a lifetime to accomplish...

I didn't so much want to be famous, as I wanted to be a part of something.  In the years prior to entering High School I became more and more interested in the business of making Music, not knowing how, but imaging what could be done and how it could make money...

I also became interested in film making because in my grade 8 year, the only thing we did all year was script, shoot and produce a film... A class film, was supposed to be about the history of Canada... it was an interesting project to say the least...

But, by the end of 1992...  My grandmother had passed away, my crime spree was in full swing, I was still involved in organized sports, so I was able to keep my drug use to the off season or relatively close to it ...

My reality began blending with my dreams in life, as well as my Life of Dreams....and before my eyes, wide shut and some what blinded.... my perception of things in my life changed drastically... As I chose a path I was believed to be destined....

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