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Phil wasn't the brightest kid, but he was certainly no idiot, he was definitely "street wise". He didn't do too well at school, but that didn't matter. He had good friends, and that's all that mattered.
His family had moved when he was very young, but he still went to his old primary school, they'd only moved a mile or so away, to a much nicer house. It was here he met Andrew, the kid next door who was a year older than he was. They became the best of friends, and basically grew up together. Andrew went to a different school, but that didn't matter. They made treehouses, bows and arrows, catapults and had a great time playing in gardens and the street.
Phil had moved out of the worse off area, but many of his friends hadn't. Primary school became high school, but since Andrew was in the year above, they didn't see each other much at school, only out of school. He stayed with his primary school friends during the day. And that's where it started to go wrong. Some of his friends smoked. Phil and Andrew both had dads who smoked, so they hated it. But eventually Phil picked up the habit, as it became the "cool" thing to do. Andrew even started smoking. 13 and 14 years old, they'd go off and smoke behind their gardens, or take Phil's dog for a walk so they could have a smoke. They got them from one of the "families", they had imported tabs and were only too willing to sell them cheaply to kids. If they couldn't go there, they could just ask someone to go into a shop for them.
Things developed. Everybody was into smoking tak, and soon Phil and all his mates were at it. Andrew's mates in his year were also smoking it, so eventually he ended up on it too. A couple of joints here and there, no harm. But things kept going. Phil was hanging around with his other friends more and more, and rarely saw Andrew, who'd stopped smokin tak and moved onto drink. Phil stayed with the drugs though, and got into more hardcore stuff. Es, speed, cocaine, everything you need for a night out. Phil was dressing like a radgie, wearing brightly coloured shirts and baseball caps. He developed more of a geordie accent, and even started strutting like a radgie.
Andrew barely recognised his old friend. He was into drugs, he was getting into fights, he was causing trouble and getting into bother with the police. He was coming home in police cars in the early hours of the morning. He wasn't going to school anymore, and eventually dropped out all together to work on a building site for his uncle. His parents were distraught. They always knew Andrew kept Phil on the straight and narrow, so to speak, since Andrew was known as being sensible. Now Phil was constantly with a large group of lads, getting drunk, getting stoned, getting smashed off their faces, hanging around street corners, getting into trouble. His parents were powerless, though. They couldn't stop him going out with his friends, they couldn't stop him smoking, drinking and doing drugs.
A few years later, he turned 18 and his family practically gave up on him. He's gone down a path of drugs and violence and crime, and chances are there's no going back. It just goes to show that your environment can change a lot about you. When he was in his leafy suburban home with a close friend who made sure nothing bad happened, things were fine. When he was with a large group of totally different people, things changed. He changed. He changed himself to fit in, and became a different person.
Andrew and Phil still live nextdoor to each other, and every so often they see one another. They ackowledge each other, say hi, but never stop to talk. They have nothing to talk about. Nothing in common anymore. Phil went one way, Andrew went the other. Andrew doesn't even know what Phil gets up to anymore, but he sees known drug dealers going to his house, people he can't stand, yet to Phil they are friends. Andrew just hopes Phil can do something to sort himself out. He was a good lad, a good friend, but because of who he was with, became somebody he wasn't.
His family had moved when he was very young, but he still went to his old primary school, they'd only moved a mile or so away, to a much nicer house. It was here he met Andrew, the kid next door who was a year older than he was. They became the best of friends, and basically grew up together. Andrew went to a different school, but that didn't matter. They made treehouses, bows and arrows, catapults and had a great time playing in gardens and the street.
Phil had moved out of the worse off area, but many of his friends hadn't. Primary school became high school, but since Andrew was in the year above, they didn't see each other much at school, only out of school. He stayed with his primary school friends during the day. And that's where it started to go wrong. Some of his friends smoked. Phil and Andrew both had dads who smoked, so they hated it. But eventually Phil picked up the habit, as it became the "cool" thing to do. Andrew even started smoking. 13 and 14 years old, they'd go off and smoke behind their gardens, or take Phil's dog for a walk so they could have a smoke. They got them from one of the "families", they had imported tabs and were only too willing to sell them cheaply to kids. If they couldn't go there, they could just ask someone to go into a shop for them.
Things developed. Everybody was into smoking tak, and soon Phil and all his mates were at it. Andrew's mates in his year were also smoking it, so eventually he ended up on it too. A couple of joints here and there, no harm. But things kept going. Phil was hanging around with his other friends more and more, and rarely saw Andrew, who'd stopped smokin tak and moved onto drink. Phil stayed with the drugs though, and got into more hardcore stuff. Es, speed, cocaine, everything you need for a night out. Phil was dressing like a radgie, wearing brightly coloured shirts and baseball caps. He developed more of a geordie accent, and even started strutting like a radgie.
Andrew barely recognised his old friend. He was into drugs, he was getting into fights, he was causing trouble and getting into bother with the police. He was coming home in police cars in the early hours of the morning. He wasn't going to school anymore, and eventually dropped out all together to work on a building site for his uncle. His parents were distraught. They always knew Andrew kept Phil on the straight and narrow, so to speak, since Andrew was known as being sensible. Now Phil was constantly with a large group of lads, getting drunk, getting stoned, getting smashed off their faces, hanging around street corners, getting into trouble. His parents were powerless, though. They couldn't stop him going out with his friends, they couldn't stop him smoking, drinking and doing drugs.
A few years later, he turned 18 and his family practically gave up on him. He's gone down a path of drugs and violence and crime, and chances are there's no going back. It just goes to show that your environment can change a lot about you. When he was in his leafy suburban home with a close friend who made sure nothing bad happened, things were fine. When he was with a large group of totally different people, things changed. He changed. He changed himself to fit in, and became a different person.
Andrew and Phil still live nextdoor to each other, and every so often they see one another. They ackowledge each other, say hi, but never stop to talk. They have nothing to talk about. Nothing in common anymore. Phil went one way, Andrew went the other. Andrew doesn't even know what Phil gets up to anymore, but he sees known drug dealers going to his house, people he can't stand, yet to Phil they are friends. Andrew just hopes Phil can do something to sort himself out. He was a good lad, a good friend, but because of who he was with, became somebody he wasn't.
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Yeah, this is based on true stuff, sadly. I've had a lot on my mind, and I often just sit down and type my feelings, hence all the posts recently.
Yeah, this is based on true stuff, sadly. I've had a lot on my mind, and I often just sit down and type my feelings, hence all the posts recently.
That was good. I thought it was gonna go on and on in a morale-y cliched fashion, but ended well. Keep it up.
I agree - although I haven't replied, I've found all of MoJo's recent posts to be compelling and interesting reading, even if the subject matter isn't that pleasurable, its a fair indictment of stuff happening today.
(MoJo, what's your MSN again? I got a new address and want to add you)
(MoJo, what's your MSN again? I got a new address and want to add you)
This based on your life or something?
It seems nearly all the people from my high school have taken the path of drugs and easy money. The ones who escaped went to Uni, luckily I and a few others have managed to miss the whole criminal thing although it's all around us. I changed after about 3 of my mates all went to prison, I saw the error of my ways if you will.
Well written dude.
It seems nearly all the people from my high school have taken the path of drugs and easy money. The ones who escaped went to Uni, luckily I and a few others have managed to miss the whole criminal thing although it's all around us. I changed after about 3 of my mates all went to prison, I saw the error of my ways if you will.
Well written dude.
Phil wasn't the brightest kid, but he was certainly no idiot, he was definitely "street wise". He didn't do too well at school, but that didn't matter. He had good friends, and that's all that mattered.
His family had moved when he was very young, but he still went to his old primary school, they'd only moved a mile or so away, to a much nicer house. It was here he met Andrew, the kid next door who was a year older than he was. They became the best of friends, and basically grew up together. Andrew went to a different school, but that didn't matter. They made treehouses, bows and arrows, catapults and had a great time playing in gardens and the street.
Phil had moved out of the worse off area, but many of his friends hadn't. Primary school became high school, but since Andrew was in the year above, they didn't see each other much at school, only out of school. He stayed with his primary school friends during the day. And that's where it started to go wrong. Some of his friends smoked. Phil and Andrew both had dads who smoked, so they hated it. But eventually Phil picked up the habit, as it became the "cool" thing to do. Andrew even started smoking. 13 and 14 years old, they'd go off and smoke behind their gardens, or take Phil's dog for a walk so they could have a smoke. They got them from one of the "families", they had imported tabs and were only too willing to sell them cheaply to kids. If they couldn't go there, they could just ask someone to go into a shop for them.
Things developed. Everybody was into smoking tak, and soon Phil and all his mates were at it. Andrew's mates in his year were also smoking it, so eventually he ended up on it too. A couple of joints here and there, no harm. But things kept going. Phil was hanging around with his other friends more and more, and rarely saw Andrew, who'd stopped smokin tak and moved onto drink. Phil stayed with the drugs though, and got into more hardcore stuff. Es, speed, cocaine, everything you need for a night out. Phil was dressing like a radgie, wearing brightly coloured shirts and baseball caps. He developed more of a geordie accent, and even started strutting like a radgie.
Andrew barely recognised his old friend. He was into drugs, he was getting into fights, he was causing trouble and getting into bother with the police. He was coming home in police cars in the early hours of the morning. He wasn't going to school anymore, and eventually dropped out all together to work on a building site for his uncle. His parents were distraught. They always knew Andrew kept Phil on the straight and narrow, so to speak, since Andrew was known as being sensible. Now Phil was constantly with a large group of lads, getting drunk, getting stoned, getting smashed off their faces, hanging around street corners, getting into trouble. His parents were powerless, though. They couldn't stop him going out with his friends, they couldn't stop him smoking, drinking and doing drugs.
A few years later, he turned 18 and his family practically gave up on him. He's gone down a path of drugs and violence and crime, and chances are there's no going back. It just goes to show that your environment can change a lot about you. When he was in his leafy suburban home with a close friend who made sure nothing bad happened, things were fine. When he was with a large group of totally different people, things changed. He changed. He changed himself to fit in, and became a different person.
Andrew and Phil still live nextdoor to each other, and every so often they see one another. They ackowledge each other, say hi, but never stop to talk. They have nothing to talk about. Nothing in common anymore. Phil went one way, Andrew went the other. Andrew doesn't even know what Phil gets up to anymore, but he sees known drug dealers going to his house, people he can't stand, yet to Phil they are friends. Andrew just hopes Phil can do something to sort himself out. He was a good lad, a good friend, but because of who he was with, became somebody he wasn't.
His family had moved when he was very young, but he still went to his old primary school, they'd only moved a mile or so away, to a much nicer house. It was here he met Andrew, the kid next door who was a year older than he was. They became the best of friends, and basically grew up together. Andrew went to a different school, but that didn't matter. They made treehouses, bows and arrows, catapults and had a great time playing in gardens and the street.
Phil had moved out of the worse off area, but many of his friends hadn't. Primary school became high school, but since Andrew was in the year above, they didn't see each other much at school, only out of school. He stayed with his primary school friends during the day. And that's where it started to go wrong. Some of his friends smoked. Phil and Andrew both had dads who smoked, so they hated it. But eventually Phil picked up the habit, as it became the "cool" thing to do. Andrew even started smoking. 13 and 14 years old, they'd go off and smoke behind their gardens, or take Phil's dog for a walk so they could have a smoke. They got them from one of the "families", they had imported tabs and were only too willing to sell them cheaply to kids. If they couldn't go there, they could just ask someone to go into a shop for them.
Things developed. Everybody was into smoking tak, and soon Phil and all his mates were at it. Andrew's mates in his year were also smoking it, so eventually he ended up on it too. A couple of joints here and there, no harm. But things kept going. Phil was hanging around with his other friends more and more, and rarely saw Andrew, who'd stopped smokin tak and moved onto drink. Phil stayed with the drugs though, and got into more hardcore stuff. Es, speed, cocaine, everything you need for a night out. Phil was dressing like a radgie, wearing brightly coloured shirts and baseball caps. He developed more of a geordie accent, and even started strutting like a radgie.
Andrew barely recognised his old friend. He was into drugs, he was getting into fights, he was causing trouble and getting into bother with the police. He was coming home in police cars in the early hours of the morning. He wasn't going to school anymore, and eventually dropped out all together to work on a building site for his uncle. His parents were distraught. They always knew Andrew kept Phil on the straight and narrow, so to speak, since Andrew was known as being sensible. Now Phil was constantly with a large group of lads, getting drunk, getting stoned, getting smashed off their faces, hanging around street corners, getting into trouble. His parents were powerless, though. They couldn't stop him going out with his friends, they couldn't stop him smoking, drinking and doing drugs.
A few years later, he turned 18 and his family practically gave up on him. He's gone down a path of drugs and violence and crime, and chances are there's no going back. It just goes to show that your environment can change a lot about you. When he was in his leafy suburban home with a close friend who made sure nothing bad happened, things were fine. When he was with a large group of totally different people, things changed. He changed. He changed himself to fit in, and became a different person.
Andrew and Phil still live nextdoor to each other, and every so often they see one another. They ackowledge each other, say hi, but never stop to talk. They have nothing to talk about. Nothing in common anymore. Phil went one way, Andrew went the other. Andrew doesn't even know what Phil gets up to anymore, but he sees known drug dealers going to his house, people he can't stand, yet to Phil they are friends. Andrew just hopes Phil can do something to sort himself out. He was a good lad, a good friend, but because of who he was with, became somebody he wasn't.