I grew up In Orlando, Florida until I was about thirteen. I spent a few years in Catholic School until they kicked me out for just being a kid. As a kid I like to go crazy. I remember having races on the roof of my house seeing who could run up the ladder to the roof and jump off on the other side. Those times were great. We had lots of fun and the whole neighborhood was cool.
In Virginia it was good until high school. I turned to drugs. I was a rare case that still managed to get good grades while getting high off pot 5+ times a day. I also tried coke, lsd, and shrooms during these times. I also was in a garage band called Bad Trip. We sucked but had fun making what we though was death metal. I graduated and got the heck out of there moving back to Orlando. I thought getting out of there would give me a chance to stop doing drugs and getting my life back on track.
Boy was I wrong. I might as well have kicked it into overdrive. I got a job in the first few days I was in Orlando. I am still working for that company nine years later. How I managed to stay so long is a mystery. In Orlando I made friends with this really cool guy but he was a drug dealer. We went from doing ecstasy, coke, pot, lsd, and even snorted heroin once. Sure I had lots of good times but deep down inside I knew I was going nowhere. I enrolled into a tech school and tried to get on the right track. The only problem was that I was doing cocaine every night so I eventually had no choice but to drop out.
Here's where the story gets slightly religious. I don't go to church. I don't preach to people. I believe what's in my heart and I talk to God every now and again about my life. I had a talk with God one night. I asked him to find me a woman and I named all the qualities I wanted in her. Normal stuff like a good sense of humor and not psychotic. Someone who could show me how to love. Weird thing is that I met her about a week later. She was exactly what I asked for.
I quit drugs easily after I met her. I blacked out one night after doing a crazy mixture of pills, alcohol, and something my friend told me to snort. I drove away and crashed my car into something. I remembered none of it. I woke up and saw the damage downstairs. How I drove home and not get busted are a mystery. That was the last day I did drugs. I told my new girlfriend about what happened and she told me to choose between drugs and her. I chose her. Every other time in my life that I had a choice like that I always chose the drugs.
Let's fast forward. I'm now married to that same girl and we have a son . The most beautiful boy in the world. Make that universe. We live in Charlotte, NC, and I have two more years of college to go before I get my Bachelors in Accounting. After that we're moving out of here off to some other place.