And I say, “Where the frak did everyone get a fake ID anyway?”

I shouted and laughed in a wild frenzy of overspilling nerve-rack while the blood in my veins swelled and leaped to the rhythm of the wheels—I was again stealing my way along one of vagrancy's beaten paths, and the going was none too certain!

I got some free cocaine from horny guys, but that just led to erectionless make-out sessions.

Why did you delete your myspace?