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1 year agoI started huffing glue with my friend Rick Reeves (keanus dad actually) in '92, next thing I know it’s '97 and we’re speeding down route 66 in high as kites on a mixture of paint thinners, ludes and xanax, and I just think to myself “this ain’t no life”. Right then and there I told rick to stop the car, in the middle of the desert, to let me out.
I walked through the desert for about 40 weeks really finding myself, learning who I was. Feeding off of slow snakes, roadkill and cactus water. It really sobered me up and I’ve been clean for 26 years.
I’m a Firefox fanboy, but a lot of these expenses do seem really odd.