In this picture, I am elated because I had a sense of "freedom" after leaving my hometown that seemed more like a prison. I very rarely got to leave that place of drugs, sex, violence and rock and roll. I know that seems like, "Why would you leave a place that parties everyday?" Well it was fun, but it created a prison around me and I just had an overwhelming urge to get away, and not come back. I was actually suicidal at the time, planning on going on a "death trip." My plan was to go to the desert with no supplies other than my stash of over-the-counter pills to overdose on. I was going to go out with style. Have the best time of my life until I died. Three days later I was in a Las Vegas mental hospital after attempting to kill myself with chlorine gas. It's amazing...pot saved my life that night. If I wouldn't have taken those three hits, I wouldn't have passed out before finishing the job. I woke up the next day and made a call for help.