Christopher John

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After the mushrooms came Donny’s Ritalin, which we crushed up and snorted. Speed and mushrooms—to make the cartoons play faster. Now that we were high, it seemed like a really good idea to steal the car. Larry and my mother had spent years slopping together a VW bug out of two non-working cars. It was an eyesore of unparallelled proportions. Multicolored, unpainted, and rusted through the floorboards, my mother and Larry had been foolish enough to leave it at home, thinking I’d be too embarrassed to be seen in it. Little did they know that the mushrooms I’d be eating would make it look like a ...more
Kasher in the Rye: The True Tale of a White Boy from Oakland Who Became a Drug Addict, Criminal, Mental Patient, and Then Turned 16
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