About me:
I'm 22. I am pierced with hot 4g tunnels in my lobes and a 14g tragus-conch barbell. I work with teenagers as a youth counselor in a residential treatment facility. It's the only job I've ever been good at and most of the time I can't believe I get paid for it. But I'm always reminded later. There's nothing like an irate recovering methhead teen. Unless it’s an irate suicidal teen who just punched you in the face when you sat down with him to talk. A smoke afterward is better than one after sex. I like to pretend I'm better than the other youth counselors because I don't press charges for that sort of thing. I'm a firm believer in the idea that if you can't be a good example, you have an obligation to be a horrible warning.