That chubby swede (sleepy) wrote,
That chubby swede
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Today I met a ghost...

... a ghost from the past... a person that i hadn't seen since I left 9th grade... who I vaguely knew back then...

... I was out for a late lunch around 3 pm, had just ordered when someone yelled "hey, I know you... ". I turned around and saw a junkie standing next to me... a complete stranger... he started again...

You're Christopher, right?
Me: Yeah?
I knew you in school... I'm <name>... we went to the same school...
Me: Huh? Ah, ok... well, hi... it's been a long time... 10 years, is it?
Yes, I went to prison when I was 16... got released a couple of months ago...
Me: Ok...
Well, nice to meet you... and take care...

I told him to take care too... but it was too late as he was already out the door... this person was a friend of a friend... he was a vivid person back then, but then again, who wasn't at that age... around 15 or 16... the person I'd just been talking to was a pale scruffy stinky person with lots of scabs in his face... his eye lids was barely lifted over his pupilla, a sort of a zombie-like look on his eyes and he had severe troubles finding words... he had been locked away the last 10 years, more or less... to serve time that long you have to do something really bad, like kill someone or something like that... I don't know, I don't wanna know...

I'm just glad that I did something right, all the passages where I could have turned the wrong way, I turned the right way... I didn't end up as a junkie at the age of 25+, because I choose to not even try it... I had already seen what drugs does to people, what it makes people do, just to get their precious fix...

I'm thankful for all the nice and good stuff in my life...
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