Sophmore Year : I used to throw parties at my house about once every two weeks. We'd stay home on a school day, and all these people would come down to play video games or have a friendly boxing match. Since it was my house, I was always the host. Something about those parties gave me meaning. All of these people were my friends at the time. I had the wildest days and nights in Sophmore year, with drugs, and drinks, and late night parties, waking up at another person's house. It felt like I was building a foundation to fall back on if I was ever to fall. But, that's when I fell, and I had nobody to catch me.

Everything was delightful. My body mass was slightly larger than normal. In other words, I was sort of fat.

Ray-Ray, my so-called best friend, had some real crazy ass trouble with his life. I was being the nice guy and tried to help him rebuild it by giving him a place to stay, and spending time and listen to his bitching. He did me wrong many times by ditching me and pretty much treating me shitty. I didn't care. I had that foundation of friends. He disappeared for a while, then suddenly needed a place to crash. I let him sleep over, like old times. When I returned from school that day, my stuff was gone. Almost 300 dollars worth of my stuff was missing from my room.