A Recipe for Failure Becomes a Success
At age twelve I took one cup of curiosity, 2 1/2 cups of boredom, a 1/5 of Jose Cuervo and mixed it with a teaspoon of early stage depression and general juvenile angst. What I got was the end of my childhood innocence and the beginning of a downward spiral into a life steeped in depravity and sin...
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