I appreciate all of the comments and messages I received regarding my last story, and while I do not currently have an update for that story, I was asked by a few of you to write more stories about my sordid past. There are a few stories that I immediately thought of when I decided to write more. This escapade is special because it embraces the duality of being one of my favorite memories and one of my biggest regrets to this day. I hope you enjoy my mistakes. This was originally meant to be a single entry, but it became too long, so here is Part 1. Part 2 will be coming out shortly.
By the time I had reached my junior year of college, I thought that I had it all figured out. I was working 3 part time jobs in order to pay for my college, yet even though I did not have an abundance of free time, I still was able to go to parties, drink, smoke copious amounts of weed (this becomes important later), hang out with friends, and play intramural sports. In addition, I was acing all of my classes, I was in charge of the entire pool staff and pool maintenance at the college rec center, and I was getting a paper I had written published in a local magazine. I felt as if I were on top of the world. It was this arrogance that led to the actions and misdeeds you will soon read about. But I am getting ahead of myself.