Drug vs Economy

Previously

…Timmy managed a weak chuckle. “Yeah. No more sparkly shortcuts. I promise. From now on, I’m just gonna do… normal kid stuff.” He paused, a mischievous glint in his still-healing eyes. “Like… competitive cheese rolling.” His parents exchanged a look, a mixture of relief and bewildered amusement. It wasn’t the Nobel Prize they’d envisioned, but for the first time in a long time, it felt like progress. And in the quiet of the evening, surrounded by the gentle creak of the swing, Timmy Peterson, the former golden boy, began to believe that maybe, just maybe, a life of controlled, albeit slightly bizarre, normalcy could be just as awesome as any magic potion.