This is a sad thread about me being sad
 

I’m struggling with where to even post this story…netphoria (oddly enough) seemed like a decent place. With over 4k weird Jimmy fetish posts I feel you guys understand where I’m coming from with this, at least a bit.

I got arrested for underage drinking. Which I know sounds like the most low key thing ever. But I’m an overly emotional motherfucker and it just destroyed me. Let me attempt to explain:

First of all, alcohol kinda saved my fucking life. I entered into a bout of depression last year, as I was preparing to go back to university for the fall. I started getting incredibly self conscious and feeling horrible about life. Then on my 20th birthday my friend from high school brought me some beers and we got drunk together. I felt like a normal human being for the first time in my life. It was *incredible*. That semester of school was the most incredible few months of my life. I got a job, I got all As, I drove 4 hours away to meet my hero and shake his hand....http://forums.netphoria.org/showthread.php?p=4291613. Now, I’d been playing drums myself for about 5 years, but couldn’t actually play at university. Now that I had money and some semblance of confidence, I went and rented out a storage unit to set my drums up in and play. The owner assured me it was fine, there was no one around to hear. Even set me up with a special code so I could come play at 3 AM if I wanted. And those were the best few months of my life. Not a single problem.

And then one night the cops knocked on the door. I had a case of beer in the back (and not even good beer! I’m pretty ashamed of that), and I’d had a few, cause, honestly, I was thirsty, since Jellybelly is a motherfucker of a song (like I deadass just finished playing that song when they came...I felt so great for about a minute there...can usually never get through it). Then I got handcuffed, got a ticket, was driven back to my dorm, scared out my mind. I called my parents. Long story short, I couldn’t drive anymore, I couldn’t play my drums, I couldn’t drink, I couldn’t focus in school. Liberty stripped, confidence gone, happiness fleeting, I went to a therapist, and was prescribed medication that somehow made me feel even shittier. Had the worst semester of my life, got two Cs, barely passed my classes, spent half the fucking time crying and worrying about everything.

Two things I love ruined my life.

All is lost.

I haven't slept properly since then. Like I said, overly emotional. Medication just makes it worse. Seriously. What really just drives me fucking insane how America is so backwards and petty. I went on a trip to the UK with my parents last summer. I ordered a beer at a pub while being (gasp) only 19. Somehow, London isn't burning to the ground.
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Feel free to call me a fucking moron and a fucking pussy or whatever cause I am, sure.

how do i stop feeling like shit

Why did the cops come to your place?

that is some total shitfest.

why did the cops come around in the first place, did someone tell them to drop by and they'd find underage drinking? or did they come by because the drum sound at night wasn't fine there after all?

also is there any possibility to set your drums up at some place you can either walk or bike to?

I'm gonna stick with questions because I have only bad advice (if you want that, I've got about 5 things ready to go...)

Also, welcome to the club, enjoy your stay

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave

Oh, yeah I guess I forgot that part. Someone called in a noise complaint. To be more specific, some old man in a nursing home a few blocks away. Best I can figure he was going for a walk? I dunno

lolol shallowed. you had checked out for quite some time, too, right? even sonic johnny is back.


prepare yourself to have this thread bumped in 2025, ram, just when you finished a stay in rehab to get sober.

Not really any other place. I mean, right now I'm staying with my parents for the summer, and they have a basement and nice neighbors. But that's like two hours away during the school year

I thought I was fucking set with that storage unit concept until I could get a real job and house and stuff. And due to weird emotional stuff I don't even really want to try finding another place in town

let's try the bad advice

hahahaha

can't wait

why can't you drive anymore?

i see you're a bit of a beer snob.

Lining the walls with egg cartons never occurred to you?

That's another C grade, right there.

patience, buzzard. he can only eat so many eggs.

it would not do a single thing as to improve sound insulation.

Ram, i don't understand why you're so freaked out about this?

are there any serious repercussions law wise?
it's gonna come off your record pretty soon, what are you so worried about?

Sad thread is not sad enough!!!!1

http://i.imgur.com/N2VnNCP.jpg

He doesn't have to eat them, silly. He could just take them down to local a soup kitchen and egg the needy.

You know where eskimos keep their eggs?

In an eggloo

Poor ram27 got the cops called on him.

LOL I'LL SEE IN IN PRISON SON

i'm sorry ram, that's really shitty.

i know drums are kinda ruined for you at the moment but finding another way to play them might be a good way to help overcome this feeling. just a thought

maybe you can practice on a drum set made of pillows.

This cool guy right here has a solution for you

http://magazine.dv247.com/wp-content...land-hd-11.jpg

That's like telling a pianist without a piano to try one of these

https://i.ytimg.com/vi/_CjayxAWlQ8/maxresdefault.jpg

But you know, desperate times call for desperate measures

Maybe follow the law Ram27

20 year old and arrested for underage drinking makes the law look stupid, not you

Can't do the time don't do the crime

you're so not punk right now

I wanna be police-punk

Oh, that's just because of my parents

thanks, yeah. now that school's over and i'm back at home i have been able to play a bit.

Nothing serious at all legally. I wish I wasn't so freaked out about it. I don't know why either....just a snowball effect, I guess. It all just feels very dehumanizing and shitty.

That's because it was. Your feelings are valid and you need to feel them, not supress them. Do remember that this incident will not define the rest of your life.