My Favorite Mistake: Kaleo

Events are Either a Blessing or a Lesson in Life

            It was a fun, but cold day as being December and everyone excited for winter break. Sluffing class to go with one of my best friends on the football team and an attractive lady that was in college. All the football excitement was gone, but your reputation is still high as it is for a dominate football team. But messing with the wrong people can leave you close to death.

            My best friend and I decided to ditch weight training and lunch to have it at the lady’s house. My boy and the girl smoked weed and drank. I was one of the only sober people that hung out with the football team. In the car, talking about how faded we were going to get, while I saw $120 in her purse. Keep in mind, we only knew this girl for less than a month.

            We were all in her kitchen, no parents, weed, and liquor on the mineral rock counter that was in the middle of the kitchen, and food we warmed up for not eating lunch at school. Can’t remember the alcohol or bud name, but ate had corn dogs, hot pockets, and orange juice. Talking stories and laughing, was a perfect distraction.

            I told my guy what’s up about the money and how her purse is in the car. While I was flirting with her, listening to Pandora. I asked my guy if he could go get my earphones from out the car that was in my pocket. He went to go get the money. It was a perfect plan. He came back in no more than a minute later and said, “I got it,” as in the money.

            I spent all the rest of sluffing just hanging out and having a jolly time with the bro. When we were in the house, I asked my boy let me get the cut. He said he didn’t see the money in there and he just got the earphones. I was like, oh alright, that white boy probably got it. When she dropped us off, she snatched my phone and said to give her money back. We were acting dumb like what the hell you talking about? So my guy snatched the phone back and we mobbed into school.

            After school, I always go running, so I was up on the track until my phone rang and it was the chick. She was talking about bring my guy with her to go get some “good stuff” that he’d like to smoke. I told her I’ll go and just hit him up later. She was doing her hardest for me to get him to come, but I told her Nah. That’s when I knew something was a little off.

            It was me, her cousin Taylor, Kylie (the chick), and this kid I went head up with a week before. With his black eye, I asked him if he won, he just stood there. I asked if we were cool and he shook my hand. We went driving and she took us to this abandoned park somewhere in West Jordan waiting for the dealer. The low riding truck with maroon colors and pretty nice rims pulled up, Kylie, Taylor, and Eddie got out. I told them I’ll post in the car.

            I was texting my guy about how I was with Kylie and how she really thought it was the white boy that robbed her. I was behind the driver’s seat in the back of the car when two Mexican guys got out of the track. They looked about 27 years old all mean mugging looking at the car asking “Where he at?”

            So I said to myself, “Oh hell nah...” I put my phone in the back of the seat because I didn’t want that get taken. I came out the car steady asking what’s up. They started sweating me, asking where the money at and what I was banging. I said my clique and posted up to fight these two dudes, adrenaline up the ass. I hit the first dude with a jab right in his eye and I was honestly whooping his booty. The other dude clipped me right on my jaw and I only hit him once until them both, caught my slipping on the ice.

            I was getting beat up pretty bad. While I was crawling, one of the dudes went to the truck and threw his bud a bud light. He took a sip and said “Ene 14.” And kicked my face. I was yelling effing pussies and b words and just a whole lot. And while I was getting up all sturdy, one last sip from the dudes beer, and WAM! Right to my jaw and I fell down one last time.

            They both picked me up and threw me in Kylie’s car. I asked Eddie, the dude I fought the week before if he knew about this, and his face looked like he was scared as hell and said no. His bro was part of the clique so he knew if he knew about it, his ass was wrapped. We stopped at a Texaco right by the park, when the two dudes came back out and pulled me out the car and said “Tell your homie you’re going to pay if I didn’t get the money back.” I was just staring at him; he had a gun in his pants. He told Kylie keep driving and don’t turn around. Right then, I thought I was going get shot.

            They just drove off and I used the gas stations phone. Called my lady and she scooped me up. I learned that even your closest friends can be a hidden bite in the ass. I trust no one, not even myself sometimes. Do what YOU got to do and not worry about anyone else. Be a leader not a follower, but a good leader KNOWS how to follow. My friend ended up taking the money and that’s one of the reasons I got trust issues. I got slammed for what he did, but I still had fault in it. That’s my mistake.

           

           

My Favorite Mistake: September

My biggest mistake was the first time I ever tried meth. I had told one of my friends who had been doing it that I wanted to try it. A few days later my parents were out on a date and she called me and asked who all was home. When I told her she asked if she could come over and I told her yes. When her and her boyfriend showed up they were already high. We went outside to smoke a cigarette and then went downstairs into my bedroom. She pulled out the bag of meth and grabbed my laptop she smashed it inside a dollar bill and then split in into four lines. I was already high from smoking spice so I was scared. I told them I didn’t know if I wanted to do it but they told me I’m the one who wanted to so I was like screw it and I snorted it. I got really high. We all went outside to smoke another cigarette and I was smoking more spice they told me I shouldn’t while I was on the meth but I did anyway I smoked like three bowls to myself and the next thing I remember is waking up on the kitchen floor my friends were telling me that I had just had a seizure. It didn’t really scare me though I had many before that and that wasn’t the last one. After that night I was hooked. I got high every time I could and I did anything and everything to get high. At first I was only snorting it. I wasn’t doing it all the time it was just a now and then type thing. After a while it got worse. My family started expecting something was up but I denied everything. The first time I ever smoke it I had the worst come down I have ever had to this day. I was coming down horribly and I was going to go over to my friends house so we could go and get some more. But my mom said no me and her got in a huge fight. I was so pissed because she was preventing me from going and getting more. I punched out her car window and ran away. I went to my friends and we were waiting for our other friend to come over. I was calming down right when the cops came. As soon as they knocked I knew it was them. I was so pissed at my mom. I got arrested and taken to detention. They gave me a U.A. and I failed for meth and marijuana. I was in detention for a few days but they didn’t think I was mentally stable so I got sent to the Provo Canyon Behavioral Hospital. They put me on meds and I went to counseling and everything I only had to stay there for two weeks because it was a short term program.   The day after I got home I relapsed I went and got high and I was coming down I was super depressed and I wasn’t taking my meds so about three days later they took me to the hospital and I failed another U.A so they sent me to the hospital again. I came home two weeks later. I came home sometime in November 2012. I was clean for about three months. Sometime in February or March I relapsed again. I was still only snorting it. I decided not to smoke it no more so I wouldn’t have bad come downs  I was still only 15 I was dating this 21 year old guy named Dylan. He was doing math also. He was shooting up. His parents went out of town and him and his three friends were all at his house getting high. They told me to come over so I did. They had some meth but it was already all melted down and put into the needles. I really wanted to get high so I said I didn’t care. That was the first night I shot up. I couldn’t do it myself so I told Dylan he had to do it. My veins were so small and so they made me run around the house to get my blood pumping it wasn’t working and so we went in the bathroom and turned on the shower to see if the heat would help my blood flow. It did a little bit he missed three times before he got it into a vein finally.  Me and him just stayed up all night tweaking’ the next day he was supposed to take me to school but I just went home. I only shot up a few times. I still preferred to snort it. Everyone thought I was crazy because when you snort it it burns your brain. You get this really bad pain in your head and you can’t breathe out of your nose. I think that feeling was part of the reason why I loved it so much. I loved that feeling. I continued to get high and I was staying out of trouble and being smart but one night I went to a party and it got busted I got my third consumption. When I went to court I ended up having to go to detention for a week, and they out me on probation. I got out on a Saturday. I knew that Thursday my probation officer was coming to do a home visit. I was planning on staying clean but I really wanted to get high. The day after I got out one of y friends asked if I could get him any I did because I knew every time I hooked him up he would give me some. I got him a big and he gave me a couple lines. Me and one of my friends did the lines. The next day I was coming down really bad. So then I called my other friend Colton and asked him if he had fifty dollars because I had to “pay my fine.” He gave me the money and I went and bought a bag I didn’t have anyone to do it with so I did it all by myself I was doing a line about every five or six hours. On that Wednesday I did my last line. I was scared though I knew I was going to get a U.A. but I was already high. I was up for four days. I didn’t eat anything so I started blacking out and my ears kept ringing the next day at school I was still high. My probation officer showed up at my school and gave me a U.A. And I went to detention. After that I went to O and A. Then I got sent here. 

Albina's Unofficial and Unwritten Rules of Modeling and Singing

1.     If you want to change your appearance i.e. dye hair, plastic surgery, etc. you will need consent and approval by the head of the agency.

2.     If you are late, then you miss your chance of modeling and recording for that day.  Be on time always.  No exceptions.

3.     When you have clothes chosen for you, and you don’t approve or like it because it may go against your standards, don’t complain, just go with it.

4.     Be confident in everything you do whether it may be self-worth, appearance, etc.

5.     Don’t let relationships get in the way of work.  It’s distracting and many times it ends up bad.

6.     If you are involved in a relationship, keep it appropriate and clean in front of other clients. That includes no texting or making calls unless it’s an emergency.   Otherwise, it can wait till later.

7.     When recording your music in the studio and you mess up, keep working on it until you feel it’s perfect for you and the engineer.

8.     Have self-respect for yourself and those you work with, even if you don’t like any of the clients there.

9.     Make modeling and singing a constant challenge for you, as it will make the work exhilarating, wonderfully fulfilling, and never boring.

10.   Be a true leader in your area of expertise; give meaningful advice to others instead of sarcasm or hurtful criticism.

11.   When you feel like you can’t do something i.e. pose the right way or reach the right notes, find comfort in knowing you are not alone.  The clients and managers working with you are there to help you in any way possible, because they may be going through similar circumstances.

12.   And last of all, just have fun and be yourself!  

Ryan: Surviving the System

   Whether you’re a true to heart delinquent, a natural born mastermind, or just someone who happened to have gotten wrapped up in this bureaucratic bovine shit-hole, there are a few things you need to know. If you want to make it, whether you’re trying to make yourself a criminal career or are honestly trying to straighten things out and get it together, there are some rules you need to follow if you want to make it out in one piece. I’m not going to reveal any “trade secrets” (this information is going to be available to adults after all) but nevertheless, it is invaluable.

1.     When in doubt, cover your ass.

2.     Before in doubt, cover your ass.

3.     ALWAYS think ahead. The best way to fix a problem is to eliminate the possibility beforehand.

4.     NEVER trust a sketch. A sketch is anyone who allows their paranoia to overwhelm them. This invariably leads to panic and poor judgment. Sketches are often found getting caught up for things that could have easily been avoided with a calm mind and proper forethought.

5.     Stay calm (and FTS on)

6.     Stay paranoid but stay calm and in control. Paranoia is a necessary evil. It’s like having a pet tiger. It can be useful for protection, but you must always watch it and make sure you keep it under control. Or else you could easily find yourself being screwed and disemboweled by your tiger.

7.     Stay collected. Control your emotions in every situation and make sure you never allow your emotions to give anyone else control over you. Poker face like a stone angel. Innocent, but not to be f*cked with.

8.     Emotions aren’t bad but they can be dangerous. Stay in control, don’t let them control you. In this constant fight for control, the last person you want to lose it to is yourself.

9.     When it comes to the system, don’t EVER get suckered into thinking they actually give a shit. Some of them legitimately do, but those who do either have no actual control, are horribly naïve, or are a sad mix of both. Trusting too much is dangerous and will never end well.

10.  Trust is important, just be careful whom you do.

11.  Be true to yourself. While running through the maze, you’ll make sacrifices, you’ll have losses, but never let go of who you are. It’s one of the only things you have to fight for anyway.

Stay strong, live long, and f*ck the system.                                                        –Ryan Vires