Personal Narrative- The Wrong Crowd of Friends :: Personal Narrative Essays

Personal Narrative- The Wrong Crowd of FriendsIt was a cold October afternoon in 1996, and I raced down the stairs and step up the front door, in an attempt to avoid my mothers questions of where I was going, with whom, and when Id be back. I saw my friend Kolin pull up in his rusted, broken-down gray van, and the view door opened as Mark jumped out and motioned for me to come. I was just about to get in when my mother c totallyed from the front doorway. She wanted to talk to me, save I didnt want to talk to her, so I hopped in pretending I hadnt heard her and told Kolin to drive off.When we were out of my neighborhood I asked where we were going and Kolin say we were going to Dres apartment first afterwards we would take the Metro down to Northwest because he had to meet up with some commonwealth for a drug deal. Mark began to roll a joint and he said, Look, I scored some KB off this idiot high-school kid who thought it was swag. Its my treat ladies. We rolled up to Dres apartment, drank a little and hot-boxed the van. As we sat there smoking, Kolin, Mark, and Dre began to talk about the recent events. That party last Friday was fucking stupid. I cant believe they gave you shit at the door, said Kolin.Yeah it was almost a messy situation, but they backed off, replied Mark.Who cares man, I got sixty-five for the stereo in that house. And the way I see it, it was all fair, remarked Dre. At this they all burst out laughing and even I joined in for a chuckle. The KB was in effect, and our spirits were raised, not to diagnose our senses of humor. I leaned back and sat there smiling as they continued to reminisce about their other excursions. I loved to hear about it all, and it was childs play learning about drugs and theft, and other things you could put into practice without really hurting anyone. I was unknowingly getting an education in street smarts, and how to rip people off. I enjoyed learning about it because it all seemed so fun and easy, and only the benefits, such as money, seemed tangible to me, not the consequences of my actions.