Part one is {HERE}
Finding my mom’s house is a difficult task. Even when sober it’s a maze of side streets. I expect to see a minotaur jump out at any
minute. I get to my mom’s house and I’m still feeling euphoric. “Hi guys, I’m not going to lie to you,” I say.“ I’m high on ecstasy right now.” Why lie? I’m a grown up now, responsible for my own
destruction. Just be honest. I’m pretty sure my mom is thinking I’m a dope fiend by now. Seeing as how 24 hours ago I was babbling like your average cokehead or well meaning crystal methhead, because
of the Xenadrine. She probably thought I was on a drug crazed bender of some kind. She was right. …