Wrapped up in Themselves: Part 3

I had just landed in Portland when I heard all my voice mails.  I had a warrant out for the delinquency of a minor.  I tried to explain the situation to my parents on the way home from the airport, but I have always felt that they thought that I was hiding something.  The truth…

Wrapped up in Themselves: Part 2

At the time I was a smoker.  I spent most of my time at the party sitting on the back patio with a cigarette and beer in my hand.  I didn’t dance so you didn’t catch me in the main rooms of the house.  I was only lured inside because a boy that I began…

Bad Apples

Life works in different ways.  For instance I have this friend, actually you could hardly call her a friend now and most of my family and closer friends would argue ever, but our lives were not drastically different in the beginning.  We both grew up in a home with our parents and brother.  We both…