You could say I started at a young age. There are other kids that are known to have started even younger, but I still consider it pretty young.
It started off as a weekend and holiday kind of thing. Enjoying the freedom to get away once in a while. To get that feeling that some people just don't understand.
As I grew older and struggled my way through highschool I started to grow a bit more addicted. I started doing it every weekend that I could. Before I could drive I would bus an hour from home to get my fix. Eventually when I got my license I would go after school when I wasn't working and every weekend.
I started to lose friends who weren't into this lifestyle I led, and started making new friends that understood it. My parents tried to support me, but eventually stopped saying anything to me and always said "it's just a phase, he will grow out of it." Little did they know.
Few understand us junkies and the copious amounts of money we spend in order to get our fix. Have you ever felt like you were flying? Have you ever been able to get to that place where you didn't have a worry in the world? Have you ever been able to forget all your problems just for that little while and enjoy that moment and clarity? Well I have, and that is why this addiction has me wrapped around its finger.
After I graduated highschool I went on to college. My addiction subsided a bit, but I still thought about it everyday. Every chance I had to get my fix I would go get it. I also went on to travel to Australia and some tropical islands around there. I got my fix, but it just wasn't the same as home. See, where I am from it is known for its supply. It is unlike any kind in the world and I have it at my fingertips at all times.
Eventually I finished school and went on to get a career. Now as a 21 year old with a career, I can't say its all it is cracked up to be. I felt like I was living two lives; get dressed up in my costume as I call it and head to the office. Weekends and after work I would be right back into those junkie clothes driving to get my fix. Making a salary only helped feed my addiction. I got the best supply whenever I wanted, and soon enough I was back to an everyday addiction.
There is a place just under two hours away from where I live where the supply is world renown. It got to the point where the local stuff wasn't good enough anymore. Every weekend I would leave my home and spend the two days up there overdosing on the stuff whenever I could. Eventually I would take days off of work to get up there and get that fix. All my paid vacation time was spent there. It was a place I felt I finally was able to fit in. A place where people understood the addiction. I could dress like that junkie and no one would blink an eye because they understood.
It got to the point between deciding between my two lives. I was happiest when getting my fix, regardless what my family or friends said. Of course, I have a great job. I am young though. I have seen too many people lead miserable fucking lives because they chose the money making road and such an early age and didn't get to be carefree and act their age. So that is when I said fuck it. I am quitting. I have school, I have work experience, one day when I decide to settle down I know I will find work. But if one thing is true, I am never quitting this drug.
I came acrros some online forums that are out there to support this addiction. I have been following one in specific for a couple years now. I don't know why I never became a member. However, I was entranced in the lifestyle. I was reading what they had to say everyday. I know all of their inside jokes and the way they work. I guess I didn't want to fully admit to myself that I might have a problem. I eventually caved and fully committed myself to this 'support' group as you could call it. They're hard on one another and sometimes opinions clash, but I now everyone is there for the same reason and when it comes down to it, support is there.
I notified my work last week. Told them I am quitting, leaving this city, moving somewhere I can feed my addiction everyday seconds away from my home. My boss laughed at me and told me he saw this coming. Saw it in my eyes and told me "just don't kill yourself". I laughed and said I'll try not to. He told me he understood that now was the time to be young and reckless and not give a shit while I had no responsibility or committments. Then he gets serious and says to me, "you know, you can't do this forever. I mean, enjoy it now but eventually you will have to grow up and stop risking everything for this 'hobby' you're addicted to." My response, "I will ski until the day I die." And I walked out of his office.
So what up NS...that was a short story I had to write for one of my creative writing classes last semester in college. I added and changed it a bit to update it and make it NS understandable. Don't be misguided by my noob status. I have been an NS follower for quite some but just never made a username and just watched the vids and had many laughs (creepy? ha) ssoo inb4 I still don't understand how you get to chads from the bottom of alta (but I heard ski patrol blew it up anyways), I will pee in her butt, and my faunt got bigger as well. cheers homies.
