Favorite Quote:
Blind eyes can look at me and see the truth<br /> Remember when getting high meant swinging on a swing at the playground, and the worse thing you could get from boys was the cooties. Mom was your hero, your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest, war was a card game and the only drug you knew was cough medicine. The only thing you would ever smoke were the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was the skinned knee, and the only things that could break were your toys. Life was simple and care free, and yet all we would think about was GROWING UP