Who Am I? by Anna Huscha (different ereaders TXT) π
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A young boy who has been brought up in a bad neighborhood struggles to find himself and battles between what is right and wrong.
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wasn't on her side with that part.
"Any plans at all as to what we're doing?" I asked, Karter nodded before pulling a Skoal can out from his pocket.
"We're gonna get drunk tonight" He said simply, I nodded once then looked at Zac, all he did was shrug.
"It's fun... ever had a bottle of anything?" Zac asked, I shook my head no.
"Half?" He asked, again I shook my head no.
"A sip?" Karter intervened, once again I shook my head no.
"Since my mom and dead separated, I haven't seen my dad and I heard he's the drinker. My mom wasn't ever too fond of alcohol so she didn't keep it around. Feared I'd get into it as a baby and so she didn't wanna lose me. She was... paranoid" I explained, shrugging, Karter nodded.
"Sounds fair... well, you'll have your shot at all you can take in. If you don't have anything in your cup, you better refill it and no matter what you do, try not to puke. We'll take it easier on you though, if you throw up it'll be okay. This time only though because you're a newby" Zac said with a smile, chuckling. Smith watched me from the corner of his eye.
"Ever drink?" I asked Smith after a moment, he nodded.
"We all have at some point, now" Smith stated, we walked in silence for a small amount of time.
"So, what have you done?" Karter asked, emphasizing have, I knew he thought I was a momma's boy. In reality, I just hadn't ever had the opportunity to do anything.
"Well... nothing really, tried a cigarette once and my mom nearly had my ass for that one. I was maybe ten so I was scared away from it. I just hadn't ever had the offer to try anything so I didn't" I stated, shrugging. They nodded.
Zac held out his chew can towards me, eying me, he expected me to take it. I watched him, taking it, I was unsure of how to do it. I hadn't ever seen anyone chew before. I've just seen them spit.
Zac chuckled slightly as we walked.
"Don't know what you're doing with it, do you?" Zac asked, I shook my head no once again that day.
"You just take some and put it between your gums and your lip, whatever you do, do not swallow the shit. You'll throw up. It's not pleasant" Zac instructed, he taught me how to chew. After that, with only two mistakes, I had it down packed. I know what you're thinking... how could I make a mistake? But regardless of how easy it is to learn, I did. I swallowed it once and after that, I didn't make that mistake ever again; even to this day. It's disgusting and I did in fact, throw up. All over.
After that, it stuck with me, like my skinny jeans and piercings. I didn't give it up for anything nor did I even try to. It was easily addicting for me. Amazing.
With the sun low in the sky, I watched the fire as I wondered how I had gotten into this life. Though, I had only one beer and two dips of chew, I still wondered how I went from your every day regular boy to a gang boy. I didn't complain, no I wouldn't dare utter a word but it still struck me.
"So, pretty boy, you getting drunk tonight or do you have to be home by curfew?" Karter asked, I knew he was only teasing me but it kinda reminded me of how much I had missed over the years.
"I'm getting drunk, don't you worry" I said, leaning back, he smiled.
"Good" Karter said, taking a long pull from his already third beer. It was an acquired taste, beer was and to this day I wouldn't drink that stuff. I liked only the stronger of the liquors that were around. Beer definitely wasn't one of them.
"Initiation tomorrow... you'll wanna be so drunk tonight that it follows into tomorrow... trust me kid, that shit is brutal" Smith spoke up suddenly, Karter glanced at him, he wanted to swear at him but he knew Smith was only warning me; not telling me what was going to happen.
"Will do or at least will try" I said, unsure of what was going to happen to me, I didn't suspect a thing.
"Well, it's nothing like what you've seen on television" Zac said, looking as if he zoned out, he was probably remembering his initiation.
"Well... then I'll have to just take it like a man, now won't I?" I asked, Karter suddenly laughed.
"I wish you luck" Karter said as things quieted back down, we all drank in the peaceful silence. That night, I drank more than any of them, and woke the next morning still intoxicated. Someone shook me and I groaned, I couldn't get up, I couldn't think, the light just hurt. I wasn't hungover, no, but I was tired.
"Come on, get up!" Zac whined, I looked up at him then tried to get up.
"Why?" I asked, I sat on my knees as I rubbed my face.
"Dude, are you still drunk? You know Smith was only kidding, right?" Zac asked, baffled.
"I drank so much las' night..." I said, in a daze.
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"Any plans at all as to what we're doing?" I asked, Karter nodded before pulling a Skoal can out from his pocket.
"We're gonna get drunk tonight" He said simply, I nodded once then looked at Zac, all he did was shrug.
"It's fun... ever had a bottle of anything?" Zac asked, I shook my head no.
"Half?" He asked, again I shook my head no.
"A sip?" Karter intervened, once again I shook my head no.
"Since my mom and dead separated, I haven't seen my dad and I heard he's the drinker. My mom wasn't ever too fond of alcohol so she didn't keep it around. Feared I'd get into it as a baby and so she didn't wanna lose me. She was... paranoid" I explained, shrugging, Karter nodded.
"Sounds fair... well, you'll have your shot at all you can take in. If you don't have anything in your cup, you better refill it and no matter what you do, try not to puke. We'll take it easier on you though, if you throw up it'll be okay. This time only though because you're a newby" Zac said with a smile, chuckling. Smith watched me from the corner of his eye.
"Ever drink?" I asked Smith after a moment, he nodded.
"We all have at some point, now" Smith stated, we walked in silence for a small amount of time.
"So, what have you done?" Karter asked, emphasizing have, I knew he thought I was a momma's boy. In reality, I just hadn't ever had the opportunity to do anything.
"Well... nothing really, tried a cigarette once and my mom nearly had my ass for that one. I was maybe ten so I was scared away from it. I just hadn't ever had the offer to try anything so I didn't" I stated, shrugging. They nodded.
Zac held out his chew can towards me, eying me, he expected me to take it. I watched him, taking it, I was unsure of how to do it. I hadn't ever seen anyone chew before. I've just seen them spit.
Zac chuckled slightly as we walked.
"Don't know what you're doing with it, do you?" Zac asked, I shook my head no once again that day.
"You just take some and put it between your gums and your lip, whatever you do, do not swallow the shit. You'll throw up. It's not pleasant" Zac instructed, he taught me how to chew. After that, with only two mistakes, I had it down packed. I know what you're thinking... how could I make a mistake? But regardless of how easy it is to learn, I did. I swallowed it once and after that, I didn't make that mistake ever again; even to this day. It's disgusting and I did in fact, throw up. All over.
After that, it stuck with me, like my skinny jeans and piercings. I didn't give it up for anything nor did I even try to. It was easily addicting for me. Amazing.
With the sun low in the sky, I watched the fire as I wondered how I had gotten into this life. Though, I had only one beer and two dips of chew, I still wondered how I went from your every day regular boy to a gang boy. I didn't complain, no I wouldn't dare utter a word but it still struck me.
"So, pretty boy, you getting drunk tonight or do you have to be home by curfew?" Karter asked, I knew he was only teasing me but it kinda reminded me of how much I had missed over the years.
"I'm getting drunk, don't you worry" I said, leaning back, he smiled.
"Good" Karter said, taking a long pull from his already third beer. It was an acquired taste, beer was and to this day I wouldn't drink that stuff. I liked only the stronger of the liquors that were around. Beer definitely wasn't one of them.
"Initiation tomorrow... you'll wanna be so drunk tonight that it follows into tomorrow... trust me kid, that shit is brutal" Smith spoke up suddenly, Karter glanced at him, he wanted to swear at him but he knew Smith was only warning me; not telling me what was going to happen.
"Will do or at least will try" I said, unsure of what was going to happen to me, I didn't suspect a thing.
"Well, it's nothing like what you've seen on television" Zac said, looking as if he zoned out, he was probably remembering his initiation.
"Well... then I'll have to just take it like a man, now won't I?" I asked, Karter suddenly laughed.
"I wish you luck" Karter said as things quieted back down, we all drank in the peaceful silence. That night, I drank more than any of them, and woke the next morning still intoxicated. Someone shook me and I groaned, I couldn't get up, I couldn't think, the light just hurt. I wasn't hungover, no, but I was tired.
"Come on, get up!" Zac whined, I looked up at him then tried to get up.
"Why?" I asked, I sat on my knees as I rubbed my face.
"Dude, are you still drunk? You know Smith was only kidding, right?" Zac asked, baffled.
"I drank so much las' night..." I said, in a daze.
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Publication Date: 06-13-2011
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Dedication:
An anonymous friend who tells some of the craziest stories, and holds a lesson with all of them.
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