I was always the bad influence.
My family. 1500 miles away.
A high school friend who arrived in junior year. Looked like a tall Australian surfer but total nigger psychopath in the head who'd casually beat up or hold other students at knifepoint. Naturally he fucked all the girls in our year and some older ones too. Last I checked he's some kind of paratrooper commando in the army now.
A good job for a total psycho.
What I thought as well
Had a friend that got into heroin. Didn't try to get me to use, but hit a really bad spot in life. Bought a bag off him. Liked it but swoe I'd never do it again. 10 days later, bought 2 more. After that never touched it again. He's sober now, but his sister Od'd. Actually feel like it shocked me out of a rough spot
Sixth grade I somehow was friends with a real class clown. Tallest guy in the glass. Always talked back to the teacher. Rubbed off on me and it got me in some trouble. I think he became a drug dealer after HS and never went to college.
My uncle Michael. He was just a few years older than me Used to take me drinking and shoplifting when I was supposed to be in school. Introduced me to smoking hash and weed. One time we hitchhiked about 50 miles away and ditches me. I was 12 , hitchhiked back , some faggot French Canadian ( is there any other kind ) picked me up. Drove me to where we were staying , tries grabbing my junk. I jumped out , as he sped away I threw a rock and shattered his back window.
Uncle's been dead 10 years , liver , from years of drinking and drugging.
jews. In positions of high power.
My bad influence recently invented a new term "jeetineered"
"wow, this off ramp was really jeetineered"
We were all equally bad. Just some weren't as lucky as others. I grew out of it, as did most everyone else. A couple died, a couple went to jail and a couple just disappeared.
When I was still recovering from my dad dying I had a girlfriend that turned out to be a real piece of work that screwed me up for a quite a while.
I don't care where she is, but when I finally gave her the heave-ho she went back to the town where we grew up a few hundred miles away.
DH - one year ahead of me in high school, which equated to 1.5-2 years older. He's live-in help for an elderly relative, and recently almost killed himself with some sort of alcoholic liver thing. Major hospitalization, surgery, etc.
He still uses a bar phone, which isn't the worst thing ever. Just weird though.
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