Hands Roam, I Turned Him to Gold/Get Drunk on the Good Life/Smoke a Little Weed on the Couch

In grade 11, my parents made the mistake of trusting me home alone for the weekend. They were taking a vacation alone (good for them) and for some reason felt I was mature enough to handle the house on my own. Oh for sure I was... I just choose not to make the best decisions… Continue reading Hands Roam, I Turned Him to Gold/Get Drunk on the Good Life/Smoke a Little Weed on the Couch