Mom took this picture of me when I was twelve. She always tells everybody that it was my first hit of marijuana. It actually wasn't, but I've never told anyone. I want Mom to keep her angelic image of me crisp and beautiful in her head.
Here's me at fourteen taking acid. Who says weed is a gateway drug? I really liked acid. I remember going to Farrels on acid when the whole family was in town. Dad would consume this insanely huge ice cream concoction called "The Trough."