It's my brother who's doing drugs. He's not going to school anymore, he wanders outside...When he comes back home he is violent and he fights with my mother. Sometimes I am really scared.
My father and my mother don't live together anymore. My father smokes plants that he grows with lamps in his cupboard. He says that it doesn't do him any harm, but he forgets everything.
After school, with some of my friends, we tried alcohol and marijuana for the first time: and that is when evil entered my life. At first, I hid what I was doing from my family and everyone else. I was convinced that I had discovered the real life and I spent my evenings going from one party to another: the fun never stopped.
The first time was at the end of 8th grade, I took some cannabis with a school friend. It wasn't a regular thing. In 9th grade I started to take it more often. I repeated 10th grade. I was taking several joints per day and also bongs. At the end of the first term I was kicked out of high school.
My parents put me into a private school but I didn't feel like studying, it wasn't my thing. Since last year I have felt more stable, but I've no intention of giving up cannabis, I can't imagine my life otherwise. I know my friends feel the same way, it's good this way.
You –[editor's note: MC d'Welles]- gave a conference on drugs last year. At the time I was taking drugs every day. 6 months later, I don't take any.
I was sixteen years old. As we take cannabis every day, obviously we had to take some thing else to party! I liked it at once mainly because I am the shy type. It was as if I had everything. Really everything.
It was mainly to be with my mates. At the end of 9th grade, I would smoke five to six joints a day. It would replace cigarettes.
Then I mixed it with anything that I could get my hands on. For us it's normal to take drugs, I can see that many have started using. There are some who are always stoned, it doesn't seem to affect them but for their studies it's not cool. We tend not to care about people who are not like us – they don't know anything. I've already repeated twice. My parents don't know I take all that stuff, we never talk about it. We hardly talk...
I like her and I don't want her to waste her life with it. What shall I do?
and two years ago I discovered that several of my schoolmates –not necessarily from my class – were doing drugs. They smoked joints.
At a party at a friend's, someone was smoking a joint and he dared me … and that is how it started.
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