Shrums To Ecstasy: A Short Story

Decided to venture into the prostitution business and would bribe the officials with money or “sexual skills”.

     Ecstasy, or 3, 4 methylenedioxymethamphetamine, was first synthesized and patented in 1914, by the German drug company Merck. The original purpose of the drug was to be an appetite suppressant, however in 1970 it was given to clinical depressed patients to open them up and talk about their feelings. Then in 1986, Ecstasy was determined to cause brain damage (http://faculity.washington.edu/chudler/mdma.html).

Nonetheless, your feelings of guilt, and shame spurred you along. You sighed. You shake. You moaned. You groaned. Still, your guiltiness did nothing to stir remorse until two summers aback. Yes, your body had developed a tolerance for the acid trip. You needed to increase the doses the get that high. This summer was no different than any other. Yes, you were on one of your binges, and you blacked out. When you woke up there was blood all over your face and vomit on your chin. You lay naked on the ground in sugar daddy cellar. When you sat up you were covered with feces and urine. You managed to pull yourself up. You pulled up your pants and buttoned your shirt. The blood on thighs and the money of the floor told you what did not want to acknowledge. Your sugar daddy had sold you for a fix. His need was bigger than yours. God alone knew how long was the human train. You did not scream. No, you did even cry. Your life had come full circle. You stumbled over the garbage bags in the cellar. You smelled. You walked all the way to your parents’ house. It was a two hours walk. You pasted sugar daddy and did not stop when he called out your name. After you showered you climbed into bed with your mom and cried. The next day you checked into your first

During my high school years I’ve joined a club called Future Farmers of America which I really had gotten involved with for three and a half years. This being my first time in a club I found myself to be really busy throughout my school time, not only busy but I loved being part of that group. The reason why I loved that group was because there were judging teams and livestock teams that I was really good at. Rite before my senior year was about to be over I decided to leave school for good only because I thought my job was more important. So once I left school I thought it was ok just to do anything I wanted. This is where my whole life took a turn for its worse. Now getting involved with drugs and gangs I was completely far away from an education or a job. Being on the streets was my job. This only landed me in jails and prisons for a period of time.

But, a month later his friend told him to “just do a little bit in the morning, again, and you’ll feel fine again,” (Shukla 2016, p. 41). Evan stated, “I found out that was true. And if I kept using it, then I would never feel bad…I would just stay high,” (Shukla 2016, p. 41). This is what leads users to consume methamphetamine at such an alarming rate.

I started hanging with the wrong crowd to fit in which led to me focusing on the ways of the street instead of school. I began to smoke, drink, and sell drugs. My mind made me think that that was the true way of life. Without the guidance from my

Research on prostitution shows some basic patterns in the family backgrounds of people involved in prostitution. Often less than 18 years of age, most have few qualifications for other work. Various reasons can be invoked as to why young adults turn to prostitution; poverty, mental illness, homelessness, a history of childhood emotional, physical or sexual abuse.

The movie Hooked documented the struggle the state of Arizona is having with Heroin. While watching the movie, I was shocked by all who participated. Going into this movie I had an idea of what and who I was going to see, and that predication was shattered . All the participants were my age, or a bit older. That by itself surprised me and scared me. Any one of those people could have been me or a friend. Growing up, when drugs were discussed it was always in a way which made them seem like an older adult’s habit. Never, until recently did I start to understand drugs have no age limit. In my eyes, I couldn’t comprehend the possibility of a middle school aged child engaging in such harsh drug acts. As in the story with Ryan, he revealed he first tried heroin at the age of 13. That reality is a horrifying truth to take in.

The living quarters above the saloon allowed Victor Rodriguez to watch over his establishment and maintain his privacy. Seated alone at the slant-front desk, he counted the week’s receipts and sipped his whiskey. Satisfied with the total, he placed enough money in an envelope for an ordinary bank deposit and slid the rest to the side, bumping a stack of newspapers that fanned out to the edge of the desk.

I wasn’t born into a wealthy family where things were handed to me on a silver platter. I had to learn at a young age that I was going to have to do a lot of things in life myself if I wanted to become successful. I feel like after my mom passed away I lost track of that and started doing reckless things, such as smoking marijuana, smoking cigars, and selling drugs. I even quit playing football because my habits were interfering with my mind and I couldn’t do anything. It also made it to where my family was even beginning to turn their backs on me because I wouldn’t listen to anything they were telling me. It was basically sending me in a downwards spiral. Instead of making my life better I was hurting myself and my family. My so-called

As stated in (McCaughan (2004)"Ecstasy was first developed in 1914 as a weight loss aid, it was never marketed for that purpose. In 1970 the drug began to get some popularity among clinical psychologist as an aid to psychotherapy and marriage counseling in the United States". More than a decade later, DEA placed the MDMA drug into the list of schedule drugs, however the popularity of the drug gained attention among the youth subcultures. The way that this drug is distributed throughout the public is in pill form; they vary from color and designs, an example would be superman symbol, different cartoon characters, etc.; as color goes, it varies from white, blue, pink, etc.. This drugs has also gained attention in recent Hollywood Movies like Bad Boys 2, when of

Lauren scrambled forward, but her choppy steps were no match for the deep drifts. Icy snow fell over the top piping on her boots and packed around her socks. Although her leg muscles bulked at the cold and extra weight, she forged onward, her breath hacking against the wind.

If you 're strapped for cash and don’t have many options don’t worry, throw out your morals and sell what you already have and others might want, sell your body! For some, this is how easy of a choice it is. Jumping into prostitution can be as easy as choosing a career. Prostitution can be quite profitable and

The whole process itself was a secret mission: practicing alone, stealthily reading academic journals on prostitution, and sneakily looking for complementary pictures on school wifi. I was afraid of failing and being laughed at, afraid of being labeled as a lunatic, afraid of my parents finding out, and afraid of doing something so different and risky. Despite this fear and uncomfort, I was captivated. For the very first time, I realized how crucial it was to have an open mind and to learn and speak about topics like prostitution and sex work- topics so significant yet so often taken only for its face value. I realized the significance of learning to respect the given rules but to not necessarily limit and confine yourself to them- to gain a better understanding of the world through questions and challenges and to enrich what’s already existing with what has yet to be thought

Trying to fall asleep that night was near impossible. I tossed and turned for over three hours, and my sheets were in a labyrinth at my feet. I grabbed my pillow and pressed it over my head as hard as I could. All I wanted to do was block the thoughts and leave my mind in some sort of nirvana. No such luck. My thoughts kept spinning around and crashing into each other, knocking things around inside my head. I yearned for the vacancy of sleep but knew it was unattainable. I kept replaying in my head what a fantastic job I was doing at evading reality--until now. I had mastered the art of denial. It was exhausting, but it had worked so well. I had every natural skill it took to escape, elude, and side-step past a problem I did not want to face. There was nothing I hated more than being forced to see the sharpness and look life straight in the eye. I was aware of the flaws in this approach to life and dealing with certain situations, but for some reason the realization that my master plan had its failings only made me emerge myself in it more entirely. Now there was no faking it anymore. It was real and it was happening. I could not tip-toe past the truth this time.