Originally posted by: hevnsnt
As some of you may know (or may not) my family has been through some rough times. We lost both my Mother and my Grandma on Christmas '01 in 2 totally seperate and surprising incidents. I am 28 (now) and at the time was dating a very supportive and awesome girl. (who I then married of course) My brother who is 23 (now) is a music major and has always messed around with pot and stuff, but it was never a big deal. That is until christmas 01.
He started smoking that sh!t like crazy, messing up his mind & soul. He tried more and more of different sh!t until one day he was so fvcked up he went crazy and had mass delusions that people were after him and our family. On the way to the hospital he through his cell phone, and any other electronics that he had out the window because he believed that is how the "terrorists" were watching him.
My brother is a genious. He is honestly the smartest musician I have ever known. He can pick up any instrument and have it down to a point in a few hours. In fact he has taken over peoples places in an orchastra with an instument that he had played for the first time that day. He has been in countless newspapers, orchestras, offered many full-ride scholorships etc..
So fast-forward one year after he checked himself in. He came out clean, moved in with my dad for a year to remove himself from the old crowd. He would come and visit and you could tell he was so clean cut again, finally he was back to his old self.
He has always been a free spirit, going to obsure places to learn cultural influences of music from some awesome places. He has gone to africa twice to learn african beats, and currently he is in Trinidad Tobago to learn caribbian beats.
Well FVCKING POT SUCKED HIM BACK IN
Read these two emails I recieved from him. ON THE SAME DAY.
Thanks,
This past weekend I have been living in the NOrthern Mountain Range of
Trinidad in the Jungle, working and learning from the Arawak and Oleah Tribes, rough
rough. But this experience will forever change how I view the world and land upon
which I live. Gunda Harewood (my tour guide) is building a house in La Feelit (what a
name). Since I work for free, she uses me. The lanscape surfices all things,
heart, mind, and even soul if you don't watch yourself. Please send a prayer for me, I
am safe, but doing cultural "research" observation. If you don't believe in
yourself and God, you could go lost easily up there in Space as they call at home.
Real bushmen, with a little city flavor, story tellers, african mystics, herbalist, god
seekers, peacefull until met with natural resistance, bounty hunters! The bicycle
will be back by Wednesday, city life you would get locked up for it, the jungle
they would just lash you! I read the Koran for the first time this weekend, strong and
powerfull book, though I know in my heart I pray to my mother, Not a man.
Mother Earth they call it, our heavinly father.
Thanks and Health,
your son
[my brother]
Wow oh wow what a relaxed day next to the internet cafe. I have been
trying to fix and update Gunda's computer for her all day after getting
back my bike for the last time, this morning at the woodbrook police
station, the problam is not that I am too trusting, just that I don't
sometimes see. Nice uh, living well in time is nice. Keep one rope in
one hand and the next in the other, like sticks. Look up and try to fix
one on one and the other on the other, the stars. Watch and Listen to
what you can not physically do, I have seen skwinted pictures, I love
life.
After these emails, my dad called him, and asked him if he is back on drugs. Well if you took the time to read his emails, you can take a wild guess, yes he is. He complained to my dad that his heart is always racing, and I am concerned about my brothers health.
I couldn't handle losing my brother, he is the last family I have left.
So everytime you come in here talking about pot and I get pissed off, here is why. I can't stand watching idle why he (and you) kill yourselves.
[cliff notes]
Don't do drugs
My brother is