“In high school, I would sneak away from my parents house to smoke my precious packs of Marlboro Reds and kiss a dumb boy named Eric so that he would buy them for me. ..They were one secret among many that I kept from my parents and the ritual was thrilling. The evening walks to my secret hideaway, my special smoking clothes that I would change into, and the peace and quiet while watching the sunset were the only things that I had complete control over and they were the only times that I was able to have any sort of privacy.”