I think it was 1995. I had just turned fourteen. Or was it thirteen? I'm not quite sure.
I know I was being promiscuous, dangerous, never thinking of the consequences to my actions. I suppose not a lot has changed in ten (+?) years, in the sense that I still have a rather flimsy grasp on impulse control.

Oh yes, it was 1995! I remember, because it was the summer before Tupac Shakur died. I don't know why I remember this, as this was intended to be a story of how I ran away from home with 'Rainbow People'� and all we really listened to were those melodically meandering 'jam bands'�. I used heroin for the first time. It was the last time as well, so I can justifiably tell you it was ridiculous and hilarious. We smoked it off some tin foil. I had no idea what it was, but I wanted some - because I was hungry for anything with the possible propensity of being destructive ' so I just acted like I knew what we were doing. So I took a big hit. I gagged, walked three steps back to the sink where I had been washing dishes by hand. And then'�I fell face first into the dishwater, while still standing even! And the next thing I remember is my face being slapped hard, back and forth. Oh my, I forgot to breathe for a moment there. And I'd swallowed a lungful of dishwater teeming with Dr. Bronner's Liquid Castille Soap. I started laughing hysterically and ate a veggie burger, sloth-like and giggling.

I'll write more later. I need more coffee so I have a good excuse for my hands to shake and my mannerisms be'�twitchy.

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