For some reason this made me feel vindicated, important. Take that Mom. There is somebody who cares about me enough to do things how I want when I want. Trish and I lived it up pretty well for the first year. We started getting into raves.
Raves are basically psychedelic drug intoxicated dance parties to new wave techno music.
Consequently, they re a whole lotta fun. During the week we were a regular Ozzie and Harriett. She went to school, I went to my job as an assistant manager for a certain home improvement warehouse. At night we got stoned on the couch and watched t.v. until we passed out. That was Sunday through Thursday, with small exceptions.