Protected: Day 3

I realize I don’t owe anyone an explanation, so I’d like to get that out of the way first. I am completely aware that I am not responsible for how people perceive me — especially when their perceptions are askew. Full disclosure, this isn’t for them—it’s for me.  Why is it important that I defend…

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I grew up the youngest of four, in Ohio. I dabbled in every drug known to man: pot, acid, brown mescaline, and I recall something from the late 70’s we took called horse tranquilizers? I’d hang with kids going to keggers, and waking up in bushes with no shoes on thinking it was hilarious. In…

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