By the 8th grade I was selling straight up cocaine. I was having to supply my uncle's secret habit with my adderalls. So, of course he didn't say anything on nights I slipped in after hours from work. That is, on the nights when I did come home. I often was sleeping over at work, where I babysat or made out with my boyfriend. Occasionally, we would even share a beer together. I felt so grown up, even though I was still very much just a kid. My uncle was pretty calm and care free. He kind of had wild streak. My aunt was more frugal and conservative. I was beginning to see where their personalities clashed. Then, the unthinkable happened and the familiar feeling of dysfunction set in. But I just went with the flow. I was selling 8 balls to both high school and college kids, even to drop outs. I was on top of the world. Deep down, underneath the facade, I was just a lonely 8th grader. I like to refer to that time period as my crazy eights.
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Between The Lines
Mystery / ThrillerI'm not quite sure when my fate was decided. It could have been when I was 7 years old and cps took me from my mom, who was an aspiring actress in Hollywood. Or when I made eye contact with the boy next door in San Bernardino Valley. Or when I exper...
