The 9 Years (part 1) <— this is a continuation of Thank God I’m Alive #1
From the beginning of 8th grade was when I first had a taste of the green daddy. The pakalolo as they called it in Hawaii. Marijuana to the rest of the world. Anyway, it began as something I just wanted to try. The reason… because I was moving out of Hawaii to somewhere where no one knows me or who I am. So I said, ‘Fuck it! I’ll live like my life didn’t matter.’ And it sure felt like it didn’t. Fast forward time and pass the goodbyes and tears to freshman year in a new city. Tujunga, CA. Honestly, I was too scared to do anything there. I was a hermit. The feeling of being new and unknown scared the hell out of me. Lonely and wanting to just end it. That’s how it felt. I met a few people later in the semester, and it was good. A crowd of sober kids, I loved it. I was beginning to form a new name for myself, and it was Jay. Jay… the cool kid from Hawaii. LOL. I changed my whole identity to form this new Jay. I wanted to be a cool kid, I wanted to have a good group of friends. I wanted to be accepted.
Learning to be new was a great thing. It was something so scary and so daunting for me that after actually trying out the new me, I began to like it. It was a challenge to form myself. But something was still missing. I still didn’t feel true to myself. So guess what happened?
Well you’re gonna have to wait on that. I have work tomorrow. And I need some sleep! Night ya’ll!




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