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The Start of My Way

I remember the entire day as if it were yesterday. I woke up at 6 AM. I loaded the lawnmower onto the trailer attached to my truck. By 6:30, I was on my way to

I remember the entire day as if it were yesterday. I woke up at 6 AM. I loaded the lawnmower onto the trailer attached to my truck. By 6:30, I was on my way to the first house. It was my fifth summer mowing lawns for the people in my neighborhood. I did such a great job that I was able to start a summer business the following year. The neighbors would often brag to my parents about how great of a job their son did. “He does a better job mowing my lawn than I do,” I recall someone saying.

I was fresh out of high school. I wasn’t sure if I was going to college. So I took the year off to think about it. During the summers, I fought through the sweltering Midwest summer heat mowing lawn after lawn. The more I worked, the more I earned. And I saved up what I could. This day was one of those days. After I finished mowing yet another house, I received a text from my friend Ben. “Hey! Party tonight at this address. U coming’” I smirked and replied, “Yeah dude. I’m coming’.”

I’ve often gone to a few parties. I loved hanging out with friends. Plus, I proclaimed myself a “world champion” with the ladies. My friends would often tease me about my “big dream.” But I was a single, ready to mingle kind of guy at the time.

The party was at eight that night. I was finished with the day’s work by 4 pm. So I had just enough time just to go home, take a shower, and get dinner. Since the party was only three blocks away, I didn’t need to drive. Ben was at my house to meet up with me. From there, we walked to the party. We met up with the others from our motley crew and proceeded to carry out our usual party animal antics.

About an hour in, I was wandering around and discovered an open door. The door leads me down to a basement. A few people were sitting in a circle on the basement floor. One of them appeared to be smoking something out of a small glass tube. Intrigued, I asked what it was. “This is the stuff that will take you to a whole new level,” said one of the guys in the circle. I took the glass tube with a small piece of crack already on one end. Then I lit it up and made my first hit. Little did I realize, this euphoric feeling I was getting sucked into would lead me down a dark path.