left on concrete by a friend

how you were left on concrete by a friend

in college, it must have been the seocnd year because i know i was living on the 12th floor of harrison tower, i went out with a friend of mine doing some hallucinagens. my friend left me on the concrete and i was picked up by an ambulence and taken to a local hospital. it may have been the OSU hospital. i was disoriented, and i was sedated. i was afraid as well, and my friend hadn't looked for me.

this friend was kirby, and he was a guy i went to highschool with. i met him in freshman year, highschool, where we both played on the soccer team. i hung out with him in school, at lunch i'd eat with him, i'd take classes with him, and i'd hang out with him after school seeing movies and stuff.

he introduced me to DXM a drug i could buy at CVS. he introduced me to alcohol as well. as well as introducing me to mushrooms. and he introduced me to weed. he introduced me to four drugs. there is a fifth he introduced me to, morning glory seeds. and he left me on a concrete sidewalk while he walked home, and i was passed out.

anita felt like this was bad because i could have been killed. i suppose she's right, ifi hand't had someone come up to me and take me to a hospital, i may very well have died. also, maybe like, it was something that required immediate attention, and instead of getting it the kid just left me there and i might've died. i think it has kinda specific importance to anita because someone she did drugs with died after ingesting drugs her girlfriend gave the kid. she felt responsible for the death not because she caused it but because it happened before her eyes. in a very real way, my case was simmilar to hers. only i was the kid who nearly died. my friend was using me as a guiney pig, and trying to try out various drugs on me and seeing how i did with them. this is exactly what her girlfriend did to their friend. he died. i very nearly did as well. i suppose anita has it better figured out than i. i should be angry at my friend for giving me some substance that nearly killed me. i know i paid for my share, but he introduced it to me, and i never did it alone, only when he asked me to do it with him. i looked up to him, i did what he asked. he didn't do what i asked, and he didn't look up to me. and while i listened to him cry while he got high, he didn't support me when i mistepped on my drugs. he was unreliable, but also reckless and irresponsible for putting my life in danger by exposing me to so many drugs. i never would have come across those drugs had it not been his guiding hand that showed me them. he knows i never would have done a single drug. it wasnt in my personality. but i was tied to him because he was someone i knew, one of the few people i knew in a city that seemed big and intimidating. he took advantage of my naivity and fed me poisons that nearly took my life. and the worst part is i looked up to him so i have a hard time getting angry at him still today because i still feel like he's a good guy but i know he isn't. he never would ahve put me in a position where i could have lost my life if he really had my best interests at heart. the truth is he never did and never will. and anita has helped me begin to see this.