Lusa Cardozo's Essay

Lusa Cardozo woke up to find himself sitting in the backseat of his friend’s beat up convertible with rolling papers and fragments of a green plant in his lap. He did not like to admit he had a problem, however it was evident that one existed. It could be said that he began his not-so-legal ventures out of curiosity and because it was the “norm” for the bad kids, however he knew deep down that it was because of his anxiety. He could never find the willpower to stop. He brushed it off by telling himself that it did not affect his life as much as everyone else said it did. Ever since he had abruptly left his father’s house, he’d constantly been having the same dream; falling from a 20 story building. He knew his anxiety played a role in this because of the fact that he did
His dad was never one to tell stories, or even communicate well with Lusa. Although he was well off and given everything he needed, he wasn’t given love. Whilst his father did have his good days, Lusa was inclined to only remember the worst days because they stuck with him the most. Luckily, Lusa had good friends who would take him in and look out for him. There was, however, a catch: his friends were considered “hoodlums”. This is the term typically referred to them by society; however they did not conform to the stereotypes. They were everything one would expect them not to be: generous, loyal and supportive. The same lack of conformity cannot be said for Lusa, as he tried his best to fit into that crowd even though it was clear that they did not expect anything back. According to Lusa, he was more likely to feel like he fit in when he did the kinds of things his friends did, which included dreaming big. He planned on moving somewhere far away once he got the money. He had always wanted to become a chef on a cruise ship because his mother was a chef and he loved the idea of