In college, for some assignment, I interviewed some dude my roommate knew and wrote a brief monologue based on that interview. For some reason I've been thinking about it a lot lately, so I decided to reproduce it here.
How would I describe myself? Hmm...I guess...I guess I'm a little odd. I'm not like everyone else, in that I choose to do things my own way. And the older I got, I found that that's cool, ya know? So now I'm just this weird, kinda fun, happy-going kinda guy, ya know? Also, I had this minor drug problem when I was a kid--and my mom knew it. One day I was lying on the couch in her apartment and she bursts in through the front door and she's like "you're coming with me!" And she took me down to this little airport by the Tijuana border...and she made me go sky diving! And it was like this totally new, incredible high that I had never experienced before. And it was like right then, automatically, I don't do drugs anymore because my mom took me sky diving, ya know?
