I dropped out of high school. In 1992 my Mom said it really bothered her that I had left school to go work for my dad. I had no ambition as a kid and I rarely listened to anyone but I wasn't about to let my mother down. So one day I walked into the Adult School ,on acid,and signed up. I passed the GED,again top percentile,all the while I was high,and I ended up going further and getting a diploma,because I'm smart like that. Within 2 years I was strung out on drugs and living on the street,eating out of trash cans. Then I really let my Mom down as she was preparing for a call saying her son was dead.

Moral of the story? Whos gives a f?