My Mom isn't clued in I can e-mail my friends, so here's the scoop: 

   She found out that I went to the rave.  No, I didn't OD or anything--I didn't swallow the Cherry X, I just faked everybody out.  Not that I'm way chicken, but I saw a girl take some ecstasy and she started sketching like a major sweat sesh, then she passed out. 

   The buzz was she coulda died from a heat stroke 'cause of all the dancing and stuff making her heart start amping bigtime. 
 
  So I was like hanging there, hoping the girl was gonna be okay, looking for my sister, when the 911 guys showed up--along with a camera crew.   I freaked when I saw my picture in the newspaper the next day.  And when my Mom saw it?  Whoa!  I have never seen her so mad.  Yelling stuff I've never heard before.  

   Talk about a bust...  

    Now when my sister comes home on weekends, she won't even take me on a donut run.  
  
 
Bummer. 
 

 My sister says X makes you feel good 'bout yourself.  It's the hug drug.  I  feel good when I pull off an ollie or vert on my skateboard.   I am kinda curious, though...    

  So would I feel better if I used drugs?  I mean, why does anybody start unless the drug does make you feel good?  

  Geez, I don't know the answer.   Do you?