Youth was an interesting time. Do me a favor and play this while you read.
Now you might think I was a real pothead because I loved this song. I wasn’t I just loved the damned song. I hated the feeling that marijuana gave me.
It was the era of, Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll,” but my life was tied up in activism and putting a roof over my head. I was sixteen and felt utterly alone. I worked up to 80 hours a week; the owner of two donut shops shifting me from store to store to avoid paying me overtime.
A few years later, I traded those long hours to become a figurehead for a local drug rehab. I sucked at it but committed to performing various tasks for 18 months. I did speaking engagements and did my best to work with those in the drug world. I was…
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