“I grew up in a sweet little place in the suburbs of Atlanta. I didn’t have many dreams or aspirations growing up. Everything was provided for me, so there was no incentive or vision for what I needed to do. But I was an only child and had my parents’ expectations for my life. That was so loud that it didn’t allow the space for my own Mitchellness to brew.
I started realizing at 12 or 13 that I was in a different world. My parents tried to tell me, ‘Hey, you have access to wealth.’ I didn’t understand.
My parents also treated me like a little adult and let me drink with them. That went from drinking to experimenting with smoking pot. I took pot out of my dad’s closet at 12 or 13. Soon, I wanted to do that all of the time and became a pothead. I was happy. Had a lot of friends and made good grades. There weren’t many negative consequences out of the gate…