This Is the Start of My Story
Hi my name is David Price and I would like if you got to know me so I’m going to tell you my story. I’m going to go all the back as far as I can remember and tell you all. This will be a series of many blogs; I will not put a number on the series because there will be a lot and I don’t know how many.
I started out on the air drill, they had two different kinds of drills an air drill and a water drill. The air drill just drilled a hole in the ground and then it was loaded with explosives. Has for the water drill the hole was drilled and a tube was put into the hole in order to keep it open, then a crew came out and loaded the hole. So I worked on the air drill for about 6 months and then a spot came open to run a water drill, see with the water drills you could run as many hours as you wanted. It didn’t really matter as long as you where producing, the boss really didn’t care. All I really cared about was getting hours so I could supply my habits. See friends drugs can take over your life if you let them, if you’re not strong enough and don’t have the will power to take control of your own life and your actions and at the time I was young and didn’t care about the toll I was taking on my body. So we were still living in an apartment complex and we meant this new cat that was pretty cool and he liked to party as well.
He had just moved over from the East Coast, and he had been in some trouble over there and was on probation when we meant him. But he soon got off and we started to party pretty much every weekend he had a really good source for powder and could get it when ever. So it was back to partying every weekend again and sometimes during the week. It really started to get out of hand again and thank goodness his source dried up and was no longer able to get anymore. So in the mean time we just smoked our pot and lived our everyday, which was pretty much just work and come home and hang out until it was time to go to bed. Things started to get rocky there at the drilling company mostly because of all my partying I was doing, it was really affecting my work as far as not getting there on time. My quality of work never changed, I’ve always busted my ass to get the job done and to have it done right. My buddy and I had talked many times about my job and how it was going, he knew that I wasn’t happy there anymore and he needed help where he was working (he was a plumber) and he finally talked me into going to work for him. And let me tell you that was a big mistake, you don’t ever work with close friends and sometime family. So things went good for about a month and then they started going downhill and to be honest I didn’t like the job very well so I got up every morning hating the fact that I had to go and do that kind of work.
I can still remember what set me off and it made me quit. It was a Saturday morning and we had been up all night partying, and he calls me and tells me that I needed to come over and help him clean and starting up the work van on my time and I wasn’t going to get paid for it. I just laughed and told him yeah right and hung up the phone and thought no more about it. Well he called right back and he told me the same thing again, I said you’re not series I said dude if I’m not getting paid then I’m not working on a company van I’m just not doing it. And he proceeded to tell me that if I wasn’t down there to help him clean the van then I would just have to find another place to work, that was the wrong thing to tell someone that didn’t like to work there anyway so I told him that he could take that job and stick it were the sun don’t shine because I wasn’t working for free. So I quit and that caused some tension between us for a good little while. Don’t I’ll be damned if I was going to work for free, I worked for money so I could pay my bills.
I think this is a good place stop for tonight I will pick back up tomorrow where I left off tonight.