Anyone can wake up feeling happy. But we need an outlier to feel lucky. Now would be a good time to mention how much of a stubborn S.O.B I am. Let's just say I have an extraordinary talent of making my life harder than it has to be. So when I was sentenced to Juvenile Detention, followed by an In-patient rehab program. I can't really say I was that surprised. I landed in juvie as a 17 year old high school dropout. My hobbies included selling weed, smoking pot, and sleeping until 3 o' clock in the afternoon. I wish I could tell you I was a product of my environment. It would definitely help justify things a little better. But, that just simply isn't the case. I grew up comfortably in the suburbs of New Jersey. I went to a decent public school and came from a fairly normal family, if there is such a thing. The kids my age were all busy applying to colleges. The only real worry anyone had was "what are we doing this weekend?" But no, not Lucas. He's waiting in line for a bologna sandwich, hoping not to get shanked with a spork from the inmate behind him. The only 'recruiter' that ever paid me a visit, belonged to a bootleg Aryan Brotherhood. I'll get to that later. The bottom line is, I had just over 9 months of idle time to figure out how I went from a straight A hero to a drug dealing zero. Every day I asked myself. "Where the F did I go wrong?" Lucky B*stard is a coming of age tale about a boy named Lucas. This is his fight of perseverance, second chances and of course, luck.