Category Archives: Clea Bierman

On New Year’s Eve 2011 I almost killed a friend. I was twenty-three and for the previous three months I’d been helping my boyfriend sell drugs in San Diego. He’d been a college football star who’d fallen just short of the NFL and found himself in identity limbo, selling “Molly”—the street name for MDMA—as heContinueContinue reading “Rolling by Clea Bierman “