I can remember thinking that I thought I was cool when I tried pot for the first time. I wanted to fit in and I had never had the courage when I lived in Jefferson County. It wasn't around, I guess. I can remember drinking Wild Turkey with Tommy at the place where his sister lived, not far from where I live now. That was daring, but more acceptable in my family. While I can trace these beginnings and I could blame the things that were going on at home, I still have to take responsibility for my part in the choices I made.
I know that God must have had some plans for me because things could have turned out so different.
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