[Kuzmich]

(this is the second part of my autography)

My drinking problem was growing bigger every day, I eventually stopped hanging out with people at all. I was just sitting locked up in my room all day and drinking beer. I did terrible in school although everything I learned wasn’t new to me because I already learned all of it back in Russia. Finally about 6-7 months into being an alcoholic it hit me that what I am doing is not right. I got disgusted with myself that was not a way for a man to behave in my situation. All that time my parents were too busy to care, they were all wrapped up in getting insurance, paying the bills, working most of the day. We were in a foreign country and things were a bit different from what we used to have back in Russia. So I talked to my father about my problem, instead of what I thought he would do, which was to ground me and limit my access to any kind of alcohol, he actually tried to help me. We went to a rehab, what can I say? It all seemed pointless, I didn’t see how it could help me, but it eventually did. I started getting interested in other things, became much more social, started going to parties and shit. Omar was still my friend, so we hang out, that helped too a bit. I started doing much better in school, life was good again, well good to an extent I wanted it to be. I was still determined to move to Russia by the age of 18, at any cost, that influenced how my relationships with people in US. In those two years I didn’t have one constant girlfriend, and I can’t even remember the faces of most girls I met at the parties. That’s how I lived through two years, I still drank alcohol but I knew my limit, well at least I wasn’t drinking alone in my room anymore. After that year 2002 came and my father’s plans in US crushed, the company he started and that made him good amount of money suddenly ran out of business. He still had a lot of connections back in Russia, St.Petersburg where he and his navy friends started a company called “Parnas” back in early 90s. That company was very prosperous at that time, and its CEO was my father’s friend. So my father decided to go back. You can’t imagine how happy I was. I almost immediately forgot about those people in US who I considered friends. We went back, but we didn’t go back to St.Petersburg, we went back to Moscow. “Parnas” was expanding into the city and my father was hired as a president of that extension. During two years in US I still kept contact with my friends so all I had to do was call them up. A lot has changed during me being in US, but I still can’t imagine having a greater feeling of belonging then in Moscow. Time went by quickly and here I am in my last year of school, with only a year away from being drafted. I feel good about my life and myself, I have a job, I just broke up with my g/f a couple of weeks ago but I am over her, and still single. School is harder then anything I could have expected but I am doing the best I can. Nothing more to say really, my life isn’t a routine, a lot of things are happening but they are too many and not that significant to put in this autobiography.