Auto-SummaryThe author explains their history with drug use, which began with living with a roommate who couldn't pay bail and led to a confrontation with bounty hunters. After turning themselves in, the author moved back in with their parents. They continued to use drugs, eventually consuming a significant amount of Xanax and hash. Their parents became extremely upset upon discovering this, accusing them of being a "junky" and suggesting they attend rehab. The author refuses to quit drugs and plans to leave their parents' house without attending rehab, despite their parents' strong disapproval.
I'll start off by giving you a little background information so you know how I got in this position with my parents. Last year I was living with a guy who was out on bail and supposed to be making payments every two weeks to his bondsman. Well he couldn't keep a steady job and couldn't pay his bondsman or the bills. The living situation got rough for a while no electricity or water for like a month and a half.
Well as a result of not paying his bondsman they sent bounty hunters after my roommate and I ended up helping him get away from them. We were at a bar leaving soon as we get in my jeep we get surrounded by bounty hunters. My roommate starts yelling "go go go get the fuck out of here!" So I pull out I was parallel parked so I eased out and took off. Well when I was pulling out my side view mirror caught a bounty hunter on the shoulder and knocked him over. We took off and went straight to Echo project from there.
After Echo Project I dropped my roommate off with a friend and turned myself in. They were trying to charge me with aggravated assault and aiding and embedding. They said they would drop it all if I helped them catch my roommate, so I strung them on giving them bogus information yeah he likes to hang out at this bar blah blah give them the name of some bullshit redneck bar ect.
Anyway after I turned myself in I moved back in with my parents. It looked better for all the shit I was in plus I had no money. I actually could have kept my job despite disappearing for week with them having no clue what happened to me, but I had unpaid bills a 2 bedroom apartment and no roommate anymore so I think the best choice was to go back to my parents temporarily.
Fast forward a couple months. They finally catch my old roommate after 2 or 3 months and who knows how much money they spent looking for him. They spent way more money trying to catch him than his bail was even worth. Well they said I was in the clear after they caught him. After Christmas I got back in school commuting an hour drive from my parents house. I kinda started doing my thing again smoking herbs and whatnot. I never really quit smoking pot, but had to slack up a lot living with the parents.
Well last friday I ended eating a bunch of tabs. When I finally got home like 3:30 am I ate some loracets and 2 xanax footballs and smoked some hash before crashing out. Last thing I remember is getting in bed with a freshly packed bowl of hash. I dunno if ate anymore xanax after that or not I'm bad about getting all bared out popping more drugs and forgetting about them or not reallize I don't need anymore cause I'm bared out. Anyway next day rolls by and I don't wake up til 6:30pm and walk out the room and my dad is holding my stash asking me what it was "I'm like 3 grams of hash and some xanax." He said when he couldn't get me to wake up he unlocked my door and came in my room to find me crashed out hardcore with my pill bottle full of drugs clenched tightly in my hand. So the parents got really pissed about that.
Well just a while ago they sit me down and start talking about it. Blah blah blah drugs are bad you are going no where if you stay on them. My dad was telling me I needed to get rid of all my friends cause apparently peer-pressure is the reason I do drugs. So I was like so your telling me all my friends are shitty people cause they do drugs. He said yes. So I said so your saying I'm a shitty person too because I do drugs. Blah blah more stuff like that. This one really pissed me off somehow the conversation about people shooting up and he was asking me why I think they shoot up. I said some people are just junkies not all drugs users are junkies and shoot up(I'm not necessarily saying people that shoot up are junkies that was just arguing with my dad). Anyway he tells me if you use drugs your a junky. If you smoke pot your a junky, if you snort coke your a junky, if you pop pills your a junky, if you smoke meth your a junky. I really wanted fucking bitch slap him or something for saying that but instead I said so your saying I'm a junky. It ended when he asked if I wanted to quit using drugs and I said yes at first then my mom was like are you just saying that to make your dad happy and I said yeah pretty much. My dad got pissed and said that was cold mumbled I don't know where I went wrong as he walked out the room.
So they want me to go to out-patient rehab and shit and are scheduling an appointment next week. Pretty much I don't want to quit don't want to go to rehab and don't think my drug use is a problem. I think I'm going to grab the few things I need and dip out tonight. I have like 4 job offers back in my college town and places to stay until I get a place and two potential roommates. The only thing is they are so sucked into the drugs are bad thing. They are going to freak out when I leave cause they really do believe in their minds that I'm killing myself and that I need serious help. My cousin just got out of rehab he was bad off on some really addictive drugs and it got out of control. So that doesn't give them a good impression of drugs at all. I just want to be able to leave without them building a search party for me. When I disappeared to echo project for a week they literally freaked out driving around everyday looking for me. I think they really care too much, and puts me in an awkward position with them.
Any advice is much appreciated.
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fucking xanax always getting me in trouble.
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