It was a Friday and I was bored with high school. The only thing keeping me awake
during my last class was the thought of booze, drugs and sex which I would be experiencing all weekend long.
When the bell rang, I threw my stuff in my locker and headed home after telling my friends I would met up with
them later.
As I walked across the school lawn, I noticed a boy being harassed by a bunch of bullies. He was carrying a stack
of books, which seemed to amuse the bullies until they knocked them from his hands.
When he bent down to pick up the books, the bullies started kicking the shit out of him. I kind of felt sorry for
this kid so I ran over to see what I could do.
I asked the bullies to stop but they wouldn't so I decided to join in on the fun and began kicking the downed kid.
Soon, we all tired of this and the bullies left as did I.
Now I felt really guilty so I headed back to the kid and helped him pick up his books. I noticed that both his
eyes were almost swollen shut which was a good thing because he didn't recognize me.
We started walking and I discovered that he lived a couple of doors from me. He had just moved into town and didn't
have any friends so I decided that I would be his friend until I tired of him and found someone better to hang
around with.
Pretty soon we were inseparable. We drank together, did drugs together and dated the same women. Some of the other
kids at school thought that we might have been gay, but we weren't and, even if we were, we didn't care what others
thought.
I liked this kid because he always had money for the alcohol and drugs so I was able to save my allowance. I never
asked him where he got his money because I was more concerned with being drunk or stoned.
On the day of graduation, we were both stoned to the max. We stumbled to the podium to get our diplomas and pissed
off some of the parents and teachers in attendance but didn't care. We ruled the world.
Graduation finally ended and we headed outside to meet with our friends to plan out the weekend. However, we were
stopped by my friend's parents who looked really pissed off.
To make a long story short, I found out from my friend's parents that he had been taking stuff from the house and
selling it to the local pawnshop so he could have money to buy our alcohol and drugs.
This freaked me out because I was stoned. Otherwise, I was fine with it because it wasn't me that was doing it.
They went on to tell me that the reason that he had been carrying all those books that day was because he was going
to kill himself and he wanted to empty out his locker so his parents wouldn't have to worry about it. But I fucked
up his plans by befriending him and turning him on the the wonders of booze, drugs and sex. Because of this, they
were quite angry with me.
This touched my heart and then I passed out because the pot was spiked with something that didn't agree with me.
I never saw my friend or his parents again. The house they lived in blew up the night of our graduation, so I guess
they were blown up too.
No big deal, I soon found myself a new friend.
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