Fifteen kids, three instructors, countless miles of Appalachian Trail, hundreds of miles in a stinky van, and 182 miles of Georgia rivers. My probation officer and her coworker picked me up from the girl’s home, where I had been residing for a few weeks, though it had seemed much longer. It was early morning, and … Continue reading Striiiife and Chaos!! Striiiiife and Chaos!!
Astoundingly, I was not the recipient of any electro-convulsive therapies, or even any drugs. They simply kept me there for a thirty day evaluation period, at the end of which, it was declared, by some nameless authority, that there was nothing wrong with me, and I was sent home, angry at my mother.
"There must be something special about me", I began to think, "and it’s probably that I am a spy".