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Oz nodded as Ash finished what seemed to be her life story. With a slight smile he sighed, "I guess a story for a story, right?" he situated himself, placing his elbows on his knees to try to stop his fidgeting. "Well, just a few years back, like when I was just starting high school. My parents, business tycoon, wall street type people, decided that they didn't want to deal with me unless there was a social event where the family image would be necessary. And in my dorm, there was a guy with, you know, a supply. He sold me some weed and when I tired it... Well I guess It's sort of a gateway drug, but really because it isn't as bad as people are always preaching it is. There's so many other drugs that are so much worse!" At this point in his story, Oz was beginning to wave his hands around, finally deciding to sit on his hands, "Anyways, I got kicked out of the boarding school and sent back home. Naturally my parents didn't really want their junkie son ruining their image, so they just sent me on my way. I crashed at some guy's house, he was pretty into the drug business and just dug me deeper into my add-- well this." He muttered, motioning to the track marks on his arms. "I've gone through the motions that drugs seem to lead me and eventually brought me here. From then to now, I'd say I've done marijuana, cocaine, ecstasy, LSD, PSP, meth, heroine, shrooms, and opium at least once. I've certainly earned my spot in rehab." Oz said, smiling sheepishly, suddenly becoming self-conscious of judgment that might come from him explaining his past now that he'd been slightly sobered up. It was a little frightening, being sober, considering he knew that withdrawal came soon after.