The Good Life Movement

I grew up in Northern Virginia, which is a sort of like commercial sales pitch for the suburbs. And my family is sort of a product of the American dream a bit. I weighed 300 pounds at the age of 14 and developed a form of OCD called trick-a-tic-a-mania where you basically just like rip out your hair. My friends and I would raid medicine cabinets at house parties and make bowls of mystery drugs and just take handfulsBasically. Some of my friends continued on that path; some of them ended up on fentanyl. The seemingly happy suburban home that crumbles is like fundamentally American at this point.