In the beginning, there was cocaine. That is the first word that comes to mind. When I think about where I might have begun, I think of the stories I know of my parents meeting. Obviously, all of the information I gathered on this subject has been second hand. My father was cutting lines of cocaine in a bar with a hundred dollar bill and making quite the good time. Though, to this day he claims to have never done the drug, and I believe him. My mom saw him and how calm and confident he was and had to act, as she has a tendency to do. She followed him to the bathroom, and gave him her number. The next day he called, and that was that.