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When I was 12 years old, the brother of one of my best friends offered me cocaine. I watched nervously as he arranged the white powder into neat little lines on a small mirror in his bedroom…Then he held the tray out for me as casually as he would a platter of Pixy Stix.

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The Band

(Photo: Dad slapping da’ bass)

In this story, Dad starts his first band after a good friend of his spends all of his money to buy him an amp. The nerve of some people!

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