I was born in a big All-American city! Supposedly I was a perfect child. My troubles began at 14 when I started smoking marijuana, but I didn’t realize this until recently. I partied hard for decades thanks to good city lawyers. I thought by moving to the country I could settle down. That only led to good ol’ “country boy” judges who sent me to prison for what I still think are minor offenses. But don’t get me wrong, prison was the best thing that could ever have happened to me.