By the time I turned 21. . . let’s see. I sold drugs, possessed drugs, drove drunk, drove stoned, trespassed, and burglarized. What else?
Even if I had been caught, in my community—my affluent community—I’m sure I would have found my way through it. My brothers did. They were actually caught—but it left no mark on them. And it wouldn’t have left a mark on me.
No question about that.