It's all crystal-meth fun and games until someone has to go to prison, and that someone is you. It was 1997. The summer I graduated from high school. A group of my friends and I were going to a Pink Floyd laser light show in downtown Minneapolis. They were all drinking. Me? I wasn’t a big fan of alcohol, so I was the sober cab. “It’s not as fun if you aren’t messed up. I got some crank for all of us,” said one of the guys. So five of my best girlfriends and I locked ourselves in the bathroom at my boyfriend’s parents’ house, feeling scared, nervous and excited all at the same time. It was 1, 2, 3, GO — and we all did our first lines together. |