Baby powder makes me cringe to this day. Why, you ask? Because it was at the crux of my first fall from grace (that would be 3rd phase). It seems that I failed (whilst managing the morning routine of 3 newcomers by myself before school)to rub the baby powder into my body to the satisfaction of one of said newcomers. For this it seems I was "glamourizing my druggie past."
I, of course, had no idea what would transpire while I was at school. School, by the way, was really great because I went to my first year of high school with all of my "druggie buddies." It was a really small school so there was nowhere to hide. Everybody thought I was completely crazy because I was pulled out of school only to return a mute with a terrible haircut who wore no make-up but did wear the most horrific glasses ever made. And the clothes! Oh God. The point, my friends, is that some poorly rubbed in baby powder wouldn't have even begun to solve my most minor of problems.
But, boy I sure knew that something had gone down when I got back to "the building". (Isn't that what we called it?) I could feel it from every person who looked at me. The "man, are you fucked" energy just radiated off of them all. I spent hours trying to figure out what I'd done. That snake of impending doom coiling from the pit of my stomach up through my throat. I really had no idea. There was no place for the truth...but man they sure talked a hell of a lot about honesty. I discovered from a rather red-faced 5th phase guy whose spittle I found distracting that I'd been "glamourizing my druggie past." The Verdict: Go directly to jail. Do not pass go, do not collect a damn thing. Go directly back to 1st phase.
