2002 I decide to move to Miami from Oklahoma. My best friend got a job there and told me how good the partying was and that was all I needed to hear. Packed my 1987 Honda Accord and I was off. Get there, find a job as landscaper and realized how bad I hated it. It just wasn’t home to me, I’m an Oklahoma guy (I know you guys hate it but fuck off it’s my home). I decide I’m going back home and have one final throw down, we end up down in South beach drinking and going bananas and end up getting in a fight with two guys. My buddy and I make pretty quick work of them, and the fight gets broken up by none other than Steve-O. My buddy and I our blown away, this guy was one of our idols. We watched his movies before we would go out and do dumb shit. None the less he asked us if we liked to party and grab his nose in a cocaine gesture. Now I’m no bitch and had done wheelbarrows full of the stuff so of course I was willing. Bad idea. We ended up parting with him until about 10:00 the next day and I thought I was going to die. Woke up the next day and realized I had reached the peak of Everest of my partying days and I was done. Haven’t touched drugs since that day. Did take this bad ass picture