Welcome to this series of poorly written alcoholic stories, exclusive for Steemit.
Previous part: Alcoholic Story #1: How I Dropped Out Of High School... For the first time
My introduction: Some weird *** experiences behind this mind
Continuing where we left off: new school
So I'm 17 and kicked out my last school where I failed to learn the respected trade of an electrician. I'm sure I had the drinking habits of your regular Eastern European electrician, but lacked wits or perseverance to actually become one. No biggie. I've actually become quite good with wires and electricity nowaday, but back then I decided that in my next school, out of my hometown into this small county of about 5,000 population, I'd go learn computers soft- and hardware. Yup, that's the name of the trade, but back then I wasn't a bigtime IT-enthusiast, heck I didn't even play video games, I just thought it would be easy (and oh boy how wrong I was). Vocational school is the equivalent of high school here, except it lasts a bit longer and gives you a basic knowledge of some areas of who you want to become.But before the school starts I have to settle down in the local dorm, which I'm actually pretty hyped about because I finally get to move out of mother's flat. I've never had problems cooking for myself and thought of myself as a responsible adult (which I clearly wasn't) but much to my misfortune my first roommate just happens to be the only guy in this county, that I actually know.
Meet George
Let's call him George, now George is 17 like myself but he's one helluva character, he's a bold, red haired, limping, tall confident figure. Yes, he's bold - he has no hair. Yet he's a redhead. Difficult to explain that. George has a violent past and has been in and out of courtrooms for quite a while now, but never ended up in jail, only parole. Some of the funnier stories include beating up a security guard or that one time he crashed two cars in one night. No lie. I haven't heard off him for quite a while and I find out that he's actually under court restriction from consuming alcohol (beside the obvious fact that he's a minor) but apparently I am a worse influence than he is and I pretty much fire him up to start drinking. Besides school is still what, 2 days away? What bad could possibly happen in that time?We hit up the local town, buy 20-something beers and just explore the surroundings. Less than a hour in new county and we come to a conclusion: this is one boring location to be, no denying that. We explore the dorm rooms and we notice that dorm actually has a keeper that sits on front desk to make sure that nobody is breaking the rules. Such as drink alcohol either as a minor or on school property. Which we were and we did. Luckily our room is on the first floor and we make a system... or rather a habit of using the window to enter instead. Night 1 we get hammered, can't recall much of that night, but we woke up the second morning to the beforementioned frontdesk lady screaming at us. We've been caught in under 24 hours in new school, that can't possibly be a good thing. We get off easy, only verbal warning this time, but she says that we won't last long here... well, we'll see about that, we thought.
But school is just tomorrow, we still have today and it's really damn boring, nothing to do here. Most folks aren't even in the dorm rooms yet, we don't have our computers with us either, because we were packing light. But we're low on money and then I discover George's bad influences real quick.. we have this local mall, right, and we head there to buy some beer, but the local shopkeeper knows pretty well that everyone is a student here and while I'm trying to talk my way out of it, which I actually did that time, George was cruising around the mall and jacking bottles. That's right, just a day in new county and literally stealing off mall next to the dorm, but you see George is an experienced thief and has an eye for security cameras, a trait which I later in life developed when I actually became a security guard myself, but oh the irony in that, none the less, George used me as a distraction and he did the dirty work. Which fit me perfectly. So it's broad daylight and we're stocked with hard liquor... I can't remember the rest of the day, but school starts with a solid hangover.
School starts
And while I'm studying to become a IT-tech person, George studies to become a cook. And somehow... we're both doing really good school-wise. We're attending the classes, getting good grades, but the boredom of small county is just killing us. He picks up a habit of smoking weed real soon, while I personally never had liked this thing. I joined local volleyball team, started going to school gym and read books off library... and I still had enough time to get hammered off stolen booze every night. We got written down warnings daily from the dorm keeper and bad rep was following us. But we got along amazing with all the locals, all the local girls, who lived in other dorms or houses or counties, would often sneak in our dorm through our window and we'd do all sort of things...... out we go
This is until we get a third roommate, a slightly older bloke, 22 year old Tim, now Tim is your stereotypical IT-tech nerd, glasses, really bony, poor hygiene. He was here to just study, unlike us. Tim's life was like a hell on earth, he got bullied by two 17 year olds and he was all in all not having a good time. Was a momma's boy and couldn't stand up for himself, eventually we felt sorry for him. We cooked the meals, George being a to-be-masterchef afterall, and Tim cleaned up dishes later. Tim didn't participate in our drinkings, but didn't snitch on us either. He didn't need to. We got expelled from dorm only after 2 weeks of school.... to be continued.
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