Every person that’s reached adulthood has that moment when they wonder how their life turned out like this. Mine came as I was racing down the highway trying to shoot out the tires of my drug dealer’s ’64 Impala.
I’ll be honest, I’m not much of a drug user. A little weed, a little speed, it’s enough to keep me mellow and focused depending on the day of the week. The staying skinny thing is just a perk, I promise you. I’m not an addict or anything. Though I will admit that there have been times when events have gotten a bit away from me. Like when I went on my little joy ride–weaving in and out of traffic, taking aim with my arm stuck out the window. It seems a little much when you think about it. But it was exciting too. Like being part of an action movie.
