[ Meth ]*

As I look back, I'm starting to think that my Mom fed me meth as a child.

Point A: I was so skinny you could put your whole hand around my spine and see my heart beat through my bony rib cage.

Point B: I lost my first tooth to a chocolate chip cookie. It just crumbled away. The rest of that cookie was delicious, though. Even crumbling toofies can't keep me from chocolate chips.

Point C: I now use the word "toofies" - something only a meth-head would say.


-David