“I think the foolishness of how I’d been living hit me when I was 18 years old at a college fraternity party,” said David Morrison. “The police showed up, and I was underage; so, I ran and hid in the backyard of a house nearby. Sitting there in the dark, having a cigarette with some guy I didn’t even like, I took a good look at myself and asked, ‘WHAT AM I DOING?’ I felt like such a loser.


