my 1st joint was with my friend slick g, that fat motherfucker came with the hugest joint ive eva seen. twas about 5 of us. and we had tis huge bag of it, it was a thursday, aftaskul. we went sumwhere, the weed was rolled, anatha mofo put his in a apple! and we smoked....1st thng that hit me was, wow, this sht z so herbal, so gud...i instantly felt 1 wit the trees and birds arnd me, heard sounds much clearer and saw everythng mre clearer....time seemed to slow down a bit. for a minute, i thot i cud undastand wat the birds whre twitting, a 10min walk bk hme took a whole 45mins...then the hunger kicked in..got hme and ate lyk m posessd. lol. . . .been blowing trees since then. but im no junkie, and im nt adicted! lol...

i hate to say this, but im a sucker for love, or whatever it is, the knowledge that someone out there is emotionaly attached to u, and tinks abt u more then they do u...its perfect. just a pity that i always get attachments with the wrong girls! lol. see my mom brought me up well, to take of who.eva im dating, yea, im a mamas boy, shes the best thing to eva happen to me, thats why i tend to treat ladies with the uptmost respect and dignity they deserve.

up in smoke

my 1st smoke was influenced by a girl i was dating at that time, she told me straight up at 1 point tht she blazes, and i was like, wouldn it be dope if we both smoked together! so i went up to the shop, got two cigarettes (courtleigh) went bk hme, i was hme alone, got the ashtray, and lit it. put it in my mouth, nd i took a small pull....sht felt wierd, coz th smoke didn taste bad, and wen i was halfway thru, i felt light headed, my joints felt loose. . .yea, i was getting high! lol, i smoked both of em. nxt day i bought a pack of em, and went to see the girl....when i got there, she told me she had quit smoking!! .....bummer!!!

so back in form1, a group of us, had mp3 players (shit was expensive bk then) and lol, we wer always too broke to buy batteries for em, so this one day, we all went to spar (now pick n pay). got in, walked and went to where the batteries are, all took that pack of fours...everyone, and put em in our undies(by the crouch), and walked around the shop, and left 1 by 1 ...lol, nw the last guy was real panicky, and when he walked out, the security guards stopped and searchd him. found the batteries, had him arrested nd sent off to th police station. bummer! and we all couldnt believe that the officer in charge was the lady who sells by the tuck shop!!! so luckly he was freed with no charges....the guys dad z lyk the md at central bank...sht wuda bn disastrous. . . .pity that nigga today is in a mental institute, he took the drugs path...and lost it.

my life should b a poem. a poem filled with knowlegde, wisdom, love, a promise of tomorow. c my lyf, lyk a poem, shud gv u goosebumps, excite u, take u on a journey. Let my life be like a poem, recited by future generations, held in high resct. see i woulda lived life to th fullest if i cud touch just 1 life. . . .

its been a long while. almost forever. i gotta give thanks to phayo for reminding me about this. where do i begin, ah...yes, lots of shit has happend, people change, life always gets a way of complicating things, the wandi u knew in 2010, isnt the wandi you know now. i couldnt give a damn about website development, and proffesional gaming. these things dont apeal to me anymore, i got deeper into the world of business and media. aftaskul ent. neva took off, twas doomed b4 it began, the girl i thought was the one, turned out to be one of em 2 timing whores. my business venture with thonje went down the drain after he left the country, leaving me with a debt of 4.5grand. for a 19 year old i matured really fast. my friends becoming druggies, almost pulling me down with them. in my darkest hour i found an unlikely friendship and trust in revona singh, thanks 4 being there and suportive when no one else did. i pretty much hit rock bottom, doubt in God, love, religion. see? its been a very long time huh...lol

post exams

I know i was panicky like all other teens waiting for their results...but dzang, the hour came closer and closer....
then 3days before they came out, i get a call from my homeboy slick g. Damn, nigga tells me that, he just got his results.
The psychologist in me starts analysing his voice, checking if he sounds broken, excited or something! But nothing. He's just blank. Doesnt sound like someone who just got his results!!! So, he goes on, says to me, it wasnt bad. He got results that u cant really critisize.

The very next morning, a bag and a half of nerves, i decide to go to my former school, to get the results. I think of drinking or smoking first, but damn, id just choke on the stuff if i did. So i go.

Arrive at my school and go straight to th principal's office. Nigga tells me to go and check in the staff room.
SHIT! Thats where all the teachers set base...worst fear confirmed. Then im like fuck it, lemme go. By then im nt just a bag of nerves, im two bags of nerves! I go there, and luckily the deputy principal calls me, bounce into his office, and um, he gives me the sheet of results.

The fuck,

damn man.

Shit aint bad, not bad at all! Heck, lowest symbol i got was a D.

Lol, i start loosening up, bags of nerves are gone.
Then i make my way home...time to pop a few bottles of that bubbly :-D