My Story, part 1
Good things have been said about me, and bad things have been said about me. I’d like to say that only the good things are true. But that would make me a liar. And the bad list is long enough for now as it is.
But if I could live my life over again, there’s not a whole lot that I’d do differently. I have few regrets. I’ve been through some rough times. But I’m alive, I’m (reasonably) healthy, and I’m happy. I’ve been married, and divorced; I’ve had children; I’ve been to court, I’ve been to jail; I’ve been a drug addict; I’ve been in hospital for an overdose, I’ve been to rehab (and not just once); I’ve been a drug dealer; I’ve been kidnapped and almost killed. What a long strange trip its been (and I’m only 35). And, to tell the truth, I don’t have any regrets. I’ve learned a lot from my experiences. Ill try to live life to its fullest and enjoy it to the max.
I’ve always been interested in making money and causing trouble. I was around twelve years old when I “went bad”. In PEI, the [magic] mushrooms grow wild. Magic Mushrooms. I kept hearing about the older kids taking the magic mushrooms. I was curious what happens when you eat these things?