I loved drugs. Ecstasy in particular. It was colorful and stamped with different pictures. Apples, hearts, stars, peace signs, Mercedes, aliens, Supermans, Playboy bunnies, dollar signs… I was young when I did it and I was lucky to walk away from it. I’d go back to it if I wasn’t so scared of what might come out of my mouth. If I thought I had secrets before, wow. It makes it too easy to get comfortable. Comfortable is bad.