I didnâ€™t smoke a cigarette at 9-years-old hoping that by 14 Iâ€™d be screwingÂ a drug dealer for cocaine on his waterbed with my best friend watching. This was not a place I went to with rationale or intention. Just like moving to Reno.
Reno started out as a quick fix and ended up in permanent residency. It was like a pile of dog crapÂ I accidentally stepped in that got stuck in all the intricate treads of my new hiking boots. Scrub with a toothbrush as I may, the specs of brown wereÂ never coming out.
This was not my master plan.
I know I shouldâ€™ve listened to Nancy Reagan and “just said no,” but this series of essays should prove that after your parents move you to Reno, youâ€™re left with very slender options.
Reno is a gateway drug.