birdmad i stood out like a sore thumb in that crowd

that had it's advantages

wild-eyed, dark skinned teenager from the "wrong part of town" with a gothic/cowboy look in among a flock of the fair and the favored

i always find it funny that it took my association with the some of the most privileged to awaken and exploit the criminal side of my nature

the black trenchcoat which i still own today, was my trademark

trouble and money

some days i'm almost proud of the debauchery and almost miss the ability to live with no consequences

other days, however, i cringe to know that i was capable of the things i did when i led that life

secrets i only hint at to any but whom i trust the most deeply or keep to m yself altogether
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