The first mistake I made was choosing a college I knew wouldn’t academically suite me, I knew I was going to Western State College of Colorado for the wrong reasons and it being so far from home I should have realized I would make poor decisions.
I started out smoking a lot of pot (what college kid doesn’t go through that phase right?) From there it progressed into a few other drugs id rather not give specifics just because I think any drug other than Mary J can be very mentally harming. It was mainly an experimental thing, I didn’t actually intend to do these drugs more than once and for the most part I didn’t.
I didn’t realize how these drugs were effecting me at the time so my terrible attitude and egotiscal mentality got the best of me. Unfortunatly it wasn’t me who paid at that point it was friends, family, newschoolers etc…. I said stuff that in my sober state of mind I wouldn’t even be able to think about.
I wish my story could stop there and make that the end of it but it gets worse, much worse. Im not sure when or how it happened but somebody gave me something I wasn’t prepared for when I was smoking a bowl with them (they laced it without telling me). I cant be sure what it was because I wasn’t the one putting it in the bowl I was just the unlucky fool that had to smoke it.
Whatever it was, it sent me bonkers and at that moment I tried hitchhiking to summit county so I could stay with a friend, the cops picked me up on the side of the road and brought me into custody. The shit that happened in jail would take another page long thread to explain, I did some fucked up things and so did the cops. I am not going into details about that and only my close friends will truly ever know.
However to give you an idea three cops went to the hospital and I came out of there with a broken, jaw, nose, ribs and a nice concussion to put a damper on my memory.
After that ordeal my dad came and saved me, bought a great lawyer and we fought all the charges against me. Im not sure how the lawyer went about fighting it but it could have had something to do with the damages that were done to me (3 cops cant restrain a 150lb kid without brutalizing him?). Anyways I got off on house arrest where I was still not very mentally stable after the whole event. There wasn’t much to do but harrass newschoolers and think up plots to get out on the ski hill.
After the house arrest I slowly got better and now (almost 3 years later) I would finally say I am back to normal. Im extremely sorry for those I harassed and antagonized while I was going through this tramatic event. I would also appreciate if you kept this information inside this community. The ski community is what I trust most, don’t let me down.
