Lessons Were Learned

In high school, I was a bad kid. I didn’t do drugs or drink beer, but I was bad. School wasn’t a priority of mine during my junior year, and I failed all of my classes except weight training, ceramics, and jewelry. I lived for the bell at the end of the day. This was the first year that I drove, and I did it a lot. I had an old baby blue …

…t talk to Jim, J.B, Scott or Vicki anymore, but I see Dan everyone in a while. Stacey lives in Reno, and I don’t keep in touch with her. I realize that no matter how well I know someone, they can double-cross me in a heartbeat. I also choose friends that not only enjoy the same activities and hobbies as me, but also have the same morals and ethics as me. Bibliography (NONE)