When I started out I wanted to be a good student I wasn’t going to be one of those high school druggies that never did anything, and that is how I was. I was a very shy and quiet person I didn’t stand out in anyway or anything. Then I met him. The “man” who was going to be there forever who I would always be with, I did believe him and I changed so that way I could be like him and like the things that he liked. Well he like weed, and drinking. So during freshman year, let's say about mid way through the year. I started to go to parties, and I started to leave behind my old friends for the new ones I had found. Soon I was hanging out with people who all they did was drugs.
