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On Breaking the Rules and Getting High Since I Was 11
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I have loved breaking the rules since I was a kid. If anyone told me not to do something, it was like I was overcome with an instant desire to do exactly the opposite. I am not quite sure why, but I have an affinity for rebellion. I have become somewhat of an expert at doing what I am not supposed to.
I was best friends with a blonde girl named Ann in elementary school. We were so young when we met on the playground as toddlers, we don’t even remember meeting. She was the angel to my devil, always trying to talk me back from the dark side when I was attempting to do something bad.
One day in 4th grade we were at our friend David’s house after school. David’s parents weren’t home, and I thought it was the coolest thing. No adult supervision when you’re 9 is pretty liberating. I felt like such a badass.
When Ann realized nobody was home, she immediately wanted to call her Mom.
I quickly talked her out of it, saying that David’s parents just went to the 7–11 and would be right back, which was a total lie. Within an hour, David had shown us his Dad’s gun, some porno magazines, and the condoms in his parents’ dresser drawer. Ann was clearly frightened by all of this and thought we were all going to hell. I, on the…
