If you�re familiar with most American churches, then you know what P.K. stands for - Preachers� kid! *Nods* That was me. Still is, technically, I suppose. Either way these are usually the children /teenagers that are prayed for most often, because they are the ones most often in trouble! I lived up to all of those expectations, too. Luckily I outgrew the rebellion stage, as most of us do, but out of my experience I not only learned a great amount, I have this captivating story! *Winks* Here goes nothing folks.
I was �born again� for as long as I can remember - well, at least I thought I was. I had recited the sinners prayer several times, and helped lead other wayward children along as they recited it, and for the longest time I was the ideal good child, and my parents were proud. I was at church every Sunday morning and every Wednesday night, I said all my prayers before going to bed, and I cleaned my room and only fought with my brothers occasionally (It was always them that started it though! *Grins*) This was all before those terrible teens... and I have a 3 year old, I know the how awful the �terrible-twos� can be, and the teenage years are definitely worse!
So it began, at the tender age of twelve, I met my first �bad influence�. I�ll call her Kirstin, just because I've always liked that
name. Now Kirstin wasn�t really a wicked child, she just wasn�t raised properly and had learned to ignore her conscious pretty well. Her mother was a smoker, of menthols, no less, and if you�ve ever smoked, you know that a flavored cigarette is a lot more tempting than a non! So as we were getting dolled up one day she starts smoking like she had been doing it for years, and I just kind of stare at her dumb-founded. Kirstin looked at me like I was an unworthy peon and handed me a cigarette. I still haven�t been able to quit.
You hear of gateway drugs? It�s true - one does lead to another, and I started at the bottom of the totem pole. I went from Kirstin and cigarettes to Renee and pot, and I would never have even considered smoking pot if it weren�t for that first cigarette. Renee and I met at another public school, same place I had met Kirstin but in a different district.
Renee was a bit of an under-dog, I tend to be attracted to them. Anyway the first bowl I smoked wasn�t just pot, it was laced with angel dust too. I didn�t know this until after, but I didn't mind since it had such a charming name. (Har har!) But it was such a nice high, and I noticed my poetry was a lot more colorfully written when I was stoned, and hence the epic began.
Gate two! �Well,� I thought to myself, �I�ve done pot and angel dust, and that's the bomb, so why stop now? Let�s see what else there is out there...� Hello alcohol! Whaaaaaat you say? Beer is legal, and even Jesus drank wine! Uh huh. Right. First of all, he had a single glass along with his huge meal, and daily, meaning he never, ever got so much as a buzz. Nice try though. Now beer being legal just means it�s cheap and easy to get, it doesn�t mean it�s safe. By this time I was around thirteen and looking fine, so beer was easy to get if Renee and I simply dressed up and waltzed into a college party, or frat house, so that was no problem. Hear this - I never did anything as irresponsible or out of character on any drugs as I did when I was drunk - never. My bitter ex boyfriends will testify to that, too. |
