I wasn't driving down the wrong side of the street, smoking marijuana, waving my gun out the window.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I bought a gun and chose drugs instead.
Restless, and in desperate need of adventure, I quit my job at an insurance company to travel west with a couple of guys I smoked pot with, scandalizing my family.
Well, I decided to stop. And I did. I stopped smoking, and I stopped speed at the same time.
I was hit by a car once on my bike, but I still rode home.
After I'd hit a home run and took my position in the field, the fans in the bleachers began throwing packages of tobacco at me. I stuffed them in my pocket.
I was a militant smoker, and in my case, I think I particularly used smoking because what I felt was a kind of politically correct big brother assault on smoking.
I went out with some old friends and we were having fun. A couple of them were very intoxicated. When I went to leave, I refused to let them drive. So when I got pulled over, I was the driver.
I didn't do the marching down the streets, jumping in front of the lines and holding hands... that wasn't me.
I go from being in front of 2,000 people, shot-gunning beers on stage and acting like a complete idiot, to being in a Mommy and Me class, waving a little pink handkerchief around 12 hours later!
One night I was driving and so infatuated with dipping French fries into my milk shake that I drove right through a stop sign. The cop who pulled me over had no mercy.