Matthew Freeman

My story starts in a little town called Reno in the state of Nevada. When I was in middle school all of my freinds in and out of school were all smoking marijuana. I wanted to be cool with all of my freinds so I stated to smoke it as well. I was smoking it only to be cool with my freinds because they thought it was cool. As i got in to my senior year of high school I started to get tired of it. And eventually quit.

I was a smart little kid in elementary and half way through my seventh grade year. I was on honor roll, had a lot of freinds and could careless what others thought of me. Until my freind Berry said "you wana hit this? It will make you even cooler." So I procceded and took my first hit. I really didn't feel anything but, I thought I was cooler so I didn't care. If I could go back I would beat myself up fpr doing so.

My freinds all cheered me on as I cotinued to smoke and smoke. It got to a point where I was smoking almost all day every day. I was really only interested in getting high then anything ealse. As I started to light up a joint, a freind name Zack came up to me and asked me why I was taking my life in this direction? I said "what are you talking about? My life is exactly how I want it. He replyed with "Oh really, then why don't you have a job? I couldn't answer.

I was 17 years old and did not have a job. Every where drug tests and I have no money to buy clean out. So I sat down with myself and had a long talk. I finaly decided to quit and be done with it so that I could get a real life.

So after a few years of smoking I had finaly made a good decision in not smoking marijuana any more. I had quit and after it all; all my freinds supported me. It turned out that I really didn't need to smoke to be cool, I just needed to be myself.