I originally posted this (and a follow-up) to literotica years ago, thought I’d post it here. I also wrote a second part about the next day if there’s any interest.
This story is completely true and accurate, or at least as best as I can remember it almost 25 years later…
I’d always been a small kid, more brains than brawn. From junior high through early high school I was very insecure, awkward, out of place. But midway through high school I was introduced to drugs — pot, acid, coke — and suddenly I didn’t feel so uncomfortable all of the time. I felt hip and cool and less like an outsider. But it turns out I have an addictive personality, and pretty soon I was high all the time. I was smart enough and had enough structure at home to coast through high school. But when I moved away to college, living in the dorms, with no restrictions on my behavior, I really lost it…getting high pretty much 24/7, going weeks without showing up to class. It is not surprising at all that the year ended with me back at my parents’ house, having flunked out of school.