Last week, I wasÂ so excited to wear make-up to school on myÂ 11th birthdayÂ IÂ could barely sleep.Â Will IÂ wear the purple eyeshadow to…
I figured out the key to survival; dress like a total hooker. I just had to break down my mother and the world would be my bitch.
I had a newfound respect for my fellow thugs. Maybe I would make up my own gang sign?
By sixth grade, Dana called herself my â€œbest friend.â€ Befriending my lead bully seemed like a good idea at the time. In hindsight, it ended up being the pre-Facebook way to guarantee that Iâ€™d be bullied not only at school, but in my own home. Who needs technology when you have stupidity?
Ritual is an integral part of drug usage. For most addicts, the ritual of using is multi-faceted: scoring, holding, preparing, and using.