Horrid Confessions I:

At the tender age of seventeen I had been experimenting with marijuana regularly. I began to look for ways to heighten the experience. For some ungodly reason, that usually makes couples not want to have kids, I decided that if I added chemicals to the pot then I could modify the high.

I remembered the hydrochloric acid my father stored in the basement of our home. 'Now that's a heavy duty chemical', I thought. So when the rent's began their drift into sleep, I crept downstairs to the basement with my corn cob pipe. Poured the acid into the cap that topped it, and dipped the weed in. When I inhaled the first hit it was business as usual but it only took a few more hits for the chemical to affect the lining of my lungs. An irritable burning sensation, then my heart rate quicken. Probably from the shock of what an unusually stupid predicament I had put myself into.

I slowly began upstairs and thought of how it would be best to wake my parents and tell them of the atrocity I had committed. I stood there for a moment, in the hallway between the kitchen and the door to my parents bedroom and gathered my thoughts. I had begun sweating profusely by the time I had reached the top of the stairs and the burning in my lungs had not gone away. "What to do?', I thought.

I decided to take my chances. The disappointment and panic that would attack my parents I felt was too much to bear. I headed to the living room and laid on the couch, figuring this would be my greatest chance of having my parents find me if any unfortunate events happened while I slumbered. If I was in my room, it wouldn't be late into the afternoon that my parents might have checked on me. I laid there on the couch sweating through pins and needles in my chest hoping I would get another chance to not do something this foolish again.