University, Social Stimulants, and Me

It’s weird. I’m going to end up with an even bigger University experience than most people have, or will have. I deferred after my second year of a shitty Business Studies and Finance degree, and now I’m going to be doing another three of Broadcast Journalism. Under the new rates. Lovely. I’m fortunate, besides one rather stupid thirty-something who still thinks she’s 19, I have a really nice group of people around me, and I can call a lot of people there friends.

Said stupid thirty-something was in a pub with me and the rest of the group on Monday after a cancelled lecture, and she asked me: “Dre, what do you drink?”, and I said, “Nothing that involves Alcohol”. (I haven’t had alcohol in about 5 years now, I hate the taste, and the amount of peer pressure I got from my high school was rather pathetic). She then asks me “Do you do any Substances instead?”

“YES, I SWAPPED WHISKEY AND VODKA FOR CRYSTAL METH. I’M HANK FROM BREAKING BAD!”

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