When I was 18 years old, I was having a house party with a few friends. We were drinking beer and listening to music—just me, two other lads who were brothers, and a girl I liked. When she arrived, she gave me a long hug, and as the night went on, we drank, smoked cigarettes, and enjoyed the moment. Eventually, she and I went down to my bedroom and got into bed together.
Half an hour later, there was a knock at my front door. One of the brothers told me his brother was in a fight and asked if I could help. I went upstairs to tell the girl, and she urged me to go help. On my way out, I grabbed a wooden pole, thinking I might need it. Halfway to the fight, I got sick from all the drinking. When we arrived, I saw that my friend had picked a fight with an old man. To my shock, he took the wooden pole from me and used it to attack the man.
The police arrived and arrested him, taking the wooden pole as evidence. A few minutes later, as I was walking home, the police stopped us, asked if the weapon was mine, and when I said yes, they arrested me. Despite not being the one who committed the crime, I was sentenced to four months in jail. That night not only destroyed my future but also ruined my one chance at another relationship. While in jail, I found out I had 22 cavities, further proving how neglected I had been growing up.