Adventures By Your Local ADHD Kiddo

Chapter 1 - Pizza Adventures

I will start off my shitshow train wreck of a life story with the time I went to grab some pizza with my buddies.

Now mind you, I live and have grown up in a white privileged neighborhood. Even though I had some fair shares and meets with other cultures I wasn't aware that important terms and words were some kind of code language. But boy was I about to learn some.

It's a late and dark Friday passing by. Loads of youth out on the roads, parties wherever you wanted to find parties. However, this didn't interest me one single bit. I was mostly focused on training on Fridays.
I had came home from ice-hockey training that started at 6p.m. Excessive sweating and headaches were killing me that evening. Probably due to me not drinking enough water in between the breaks of our hard training course. I proceeded to jump into the shower and got freshened up. As I got out and was trying to dry my hair with a towel I got a message from a friend of mine.

We weren't the closest of friends, would mostly just talk at school a little. We had a small fall-out since we began different schools, but I'd still consider him a trusted friend. I was happy to open the message and find an invite. He told me he and two other friends were going to have pizza and I decided to join since I probably wouldn't have done anything better at home.
He didn't live too far away from me and I had arrived with the bus after 30 minutes. He and his two friends greet me, I recognize one of them as he also is an old classmate.

Here's where the story begins. Now, they had thrown their stuff into backpacks that they were carrying and we went straight off for the pizza, I knew where the pizzeria in the area was and could tell we were on the right way. At some point my friend turns right into a path into the fucking forest.

Now listen, this ain't New York Central Park kinda stuff. This is Sweden, Sweden in the middle of the fucking winter. It's prime time, the Swedish winter is cooooold, and the Swedish forest is big and dark and scary. My fellow dude turns a sharp 90• spin and heads into the woods.

For a moment i stand by the road looking for him as his other friends followed his lead. I honestly thought his last wish was to be shredded by a wolf or mauled by a bear. Initially I had thought it was a joke. But as the sound of their steps were getting further and further away I understand he's dead serious and go after the three boys asking:
"Hey, what about the pizza?"
My friend waited for me to catch up before telling me he had it in his backpack and that
he would bring it out by the bench in the middle of the fucking woods of Sweden.
Still, I couldn't back out and nodded before following him and the other friends.

As we arrive to the bench we all sit down and I pull up my phone to help with the flash so that my friend could bring up the pizza.
Guess what happens next..

My dude pulls up a big ass joint, 2 grams of pure weed and lights it the fuck up.

I give him a look but listen to what he has to say as he takes a few hits from the lit joint.
"So you need to learn all the code words."
At this point I must have looked like the most confused little girl ever.
"So when we say we are gonna go eat some pizza, that's weed. And if we're baking pizza, that means we're baking edibles."
Bitch my jaw was on the ground, but it was too late to back out now.

After awhile my friend passes me the joint and tells me to take a few hits. I cock an eyebrow and examine the poorly rolled joint, at this point I truly thought that it had to be for attention. My boy druggibuggi couldn't even roll the thing correct.
I take a few hits and pass it on, next thing I remember is taking a few more, and a few more. In 3 minutes I go from doubt to experiencing the most fucked up sensation ever.

The fact that the moon would move across the sky made me cry 3 times. I kept looking down at my phone and noticing not even a minute passing even though it felt as if I had been sitting there for hours upon hours.

My mans I was high as fuck. High as a kite, high as a dragon. You name it, I got it!

Nah I fucking hated being high, no control of myself, my view of reality, my mental state, but scariest of all: I felt as if i always had to scream or jump or slam my fists in the table to stay awake. This was a full on trip going from happy to sad in a matter of seconds.

I sway in and out of consciousness for 1 hour as my friends dance in the forest and tell me stories about previous nights. I. Could. Not. Follow. Every word I received ran through my brain like sand trough somebody's hand.

Suddenly my friend jerks up and throws his backpack around his shoulder.
"We're going home now."
I couldn't piece together words and this boy really thought I was able to walk back to his house. No to the fucking no.

But apparently yes to the fucking yes. I get back to the bus station, hop on the bus, hide as far back as possible and jumps off close to my house. Now even though I had gotten 30 more
minutes to clear up my head I was still high. The ground was spinning and the moon was talking to me.

As I got home my parents greeted me at the door and understood immediately by the smell of my jacket and in-ability to answer to their questions.

Boy am I happy I was still pretty damn high by the point when my mother gave me the worst scolding of my life, because I can't even remember it.

Moral of the day kiddos:
Drugs ain't funny, especially when a white dude rolls that shit up bad as fuck and never tell you much about it.

Hoping you enjoyed this chapter as I had to go through hell to post it here. I'm now going to climb up a tree in the forest and throw shit at kids. Bye.

BONUS:

Enjoy high me taking pictures while digging to a song that wasn't playing anywhere.