The plan was to live. The plan was to make it to 16, then 18, then 21, then 25, then 50, then 80 if you're lucky. That was the plan. To work, find love, work, have children, work, retire, and die. That was the plan at least according to society. I wanted a different plan... I chose to live my life the way I wanted to live it. At the time I’m writing this I'm twenty-four years old. The number may be low, but I've lived a lot of life. Where should I begin? The drugs? The traveling? The love? I’m not sure where to start but for the sake of this book, I’ll start at 18. Here we go: