Carrie
I found my best friend in the direst of circumstances. In a layer of hell that Dante couldn’t even fathom.…
Category: my life as a teenage drug addict blog
This is a blog currently being adapted into the graphic novel “Reno is a Gateway Drug: How I Went From a Bullied Suicidal Nerd to a Bullied Alcoholic Slut and Why I Didn’t Just Say ‘No'”
All I Really Needed to Know I learned on LSD
Most of what I really need to know about life, love and waterbeds, I learned on LSD. Books are neat…
Where is the Youth?
It was so curious how she was always her weirdo self, yet was pretty popular in the Goth crowd. It reminded me of school – I had to study for hours to get an A on a test, while my friends would barely study and ace it. I mean, for fuck’s sake, I practiced my serious face for hours in the mirror only to be dragged around the club by Bill the Cat.
Fryday Night
I sought out the wrong crowd like a heat-seeking missile. Once I hit Christie, I exploded.
Sabbatical
Hello amazing readers! I am going on Sabbatical because I’ve always wanted to say that and it sounds way more…
Christie
It was time to shop for a new, rad friend. A boss. One who would propel me to new social…
First Love
The only fear in love for me was and still is regret. I offered her my pound of flesh. It was hers for the taking. If she rejected me, then at least I wouldn’t regret not showing her all of me. Heartbreak is a painful enough event without bringing feelings of regret into the ring.
And Action!
Brie recounted her conversation with Ethan approximately 453 times on the car ride home. So many times that I still…
The Math of Lesbianism
Brie hated smoking. She thought it was gross. Whenever she caught me smoking, she’d pluck it out of my lips and…
The Club
The only thing I thought of when Brie said “let’s go clubbing” was how much I loved baby harp seals…
My 1st Orgasm (with Another Person)
I was single. Sex was awful and my last hope for a boyfriend almost ate my face off. There were no…
Alejandro
After about a month of whining, I finally coerced Marie to go off-campus for lunch. As we rounded the corner of Great Western Bank, I spied a cute Filipino guy wearing crazy pants, a red bandana and Oakley’s sitting all alone on what most definitely was the largest boombox in the great state of Nevada.
Not Pretty & Not in Pink
During my epic summer between 7th and 8th grade, besides turning into a lobster, my mom dragged me along to help…
Operation Devirgination
Sandy and IÂ heard the sure fire way to be deemed losers in high school was to still be virgins. In…
My Skater Boy
The spring of my eighth grade year was the stuff of John Hughes movies. That is, if John Hughes movies…
How to Win
It was clear that I was never going to fit in at Sparks Middle, so I quit trying to fit in. I turned 12 in November and being that much closer to 13 gave me even more strength. I was practically a grown-up.
The Blue Banana
The level of sacrifice that these two evil girls endured to properly and efficiently humiliate my efforts of social evolution before the first bell rang was nothing short of impressive.
I Blew It
She appeared in the doorway wielding the knife and talking in fake demon talk. I’d spent a large portion of my childhood around crazy knife-wielding people, so I didn’t even budge.
Red Lobster
I started to understand. A tan wasn’t just a good look, it was a way-of-life, a religion. And I was about to become a card-carrying member.
Major Lee High, The Final Mission
The whole antigravity thing was neat, but discombobulating. It was hard to know which way was up and which was down.