I poured most of the cans contents onto a leaf of cigarette paper rolled it into a crooked joint, and promptly smoked down to the roach. This was my everyday routine. I'd wake up early just to do this. I'd sometimes think it was sad, but I thought to myself, everyone who doesn't do this is sad. How can people get up and go to a place for 8 hours a day and listen to people tell them what to do and how to do it? I had to do it my way. This way tucking in my shirt doesn't bother me. I rose above that with my silent protest to the school system in America. To the lame parents and teachers everywhere.
First class, psychology. …
