He began drinking from his parents' liquor cabinet, the B-CC 10th-grader says, when he was 10.
By the time he was 12, he was drinking "a bit" every day. "A six-pack," he says, "would get me drunk."
At a private school for boys in Bethesda, he was introduced to drugs. "It's a much bigger thing at private schools," he says, eating french fries in an East-West Highway cafe. "We'd go to the third floor and get high every day. I became a dealer's middleman. Everybody there is rich and has lots of bucks to throw around.
"I'd get $600 from students and go around town picking up drugs for them - opium, marijuana, cocaine. The biggest dealer in school that year was a cum laude student."
In eighth grade, he was suspended for two weeks from the private school for drinking. In ninth grade, after "somebody narked on me," he was expelled for good.
He says he didn't mind, though. There were no girls at the school. So he enrolled in a co-ed private school in Sandy Spring. At this point, he was still drinking from his parents' cabinet, or asking his sister's boyfriend to buy liquor for him.
But at his new school, he found an 18-year-old girlfriend. She bought liquor for him steadily.
"I drank a good fifth a day there," he says. "Southern Comfort, Wild Turkey, Jack Daniels. It was the best time of my life."
After three months there, however, he was again expelled. "I was in the girls' dorm too often," he smiles.
Last summer, the student's drinking and drug use escalated. Sometimes he would go to a girlfriend's house in Kenwood. Her parents' had an extensive liquor supply.
"The girl's parents didn't drink, though,c he says. "They had it around for cocktail parties they were always giving. I must have drunk $400 of their stuff."
He also during the summer worked with a friend as a dor-to-door salesman in Bethesda and Chevy Chase. He earned some money then, but also took "C-notes" - $100 bills - out of his father's wallet.
"Dad's cool, really cool," he says. "He told me he tried coke once. Sometimes he drinks with me."
On an average day during the summer he says he drank a six-pack and a few mixed drinks. He also claims he spent more than $600 for cocaine and $800 for marijuana, which he shared with friends.
But the highlights of the summer was in August, when his parents went away for two weeks. There were parties, lavish parties, at his family's palatial home, and he says he was either drunk or stoned or both for 14 straight days.
There were two fifths of grain alcohol, one half-gallon of rum, two fifths of gin, and 40 cases of beer and two live bands that made neighbors irate. Three-hundred and fifty people partied with him, he says, including 40 members of a Prince George's County motorcycle gang.
At B-CC, the student is a prominent member of "the troop," a group of marijuana smokers and drug users who hang out on the school's front steps and have spray-painted "the troop" on walls through-out the school.
Occasionally, one of the half-dozen members of the club will stand on the school's front steps with a megaphone and announce such things as, "Everyone to the bomb shelter. Nuclear attack is imminent."
In February, he says, he was mugged and beaten by two trespassers at school who demanded drugs from him.
"They were black. I got angry and spray-painted 'KKK' on the front of the school," he says.
Asked why he smoked pot, drank and snorted cocaine so much, he replies: "It's like Janis Joplin said. You gotta get it while you can."
He wants to be a social worker when he finishes school. I want to work with kids," he says, "tell them what stuff is cool and what drugs are bad."