From the August 2011 magazine.

August 2011: Odyssey of a Juvenile Delinquent

He romped through his adolescence like it was an after-school special

Illustration by Eric A.

I was born in Plano, Texas, in the early ‘90s. Shortly after birth, I moved to a small suburb of Houston. My family was very wealthy and I knew it. We grew up spoiled, getting whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted it. My father, a successful businessman, was seldom home so I think he probably tried to buy the love of his children. My mom seemed to be your happy, suburban housewife and I always considered us normal, until my dad abruptly separated from her and moved to Portland, Ore.

My mother lost it, attempting to overcome her pain by becoming a hardcore partier. My brother and I were left to be raised by nannies, most of whom were young. I distinctly remember a nanny showing me my mom’s cocaine stash. I was ten and it traumatized me. That night was my first real drink of alcohol. I remember the magic clearly. Seconds after the vodka poured down my throat, all my problems vanished. It felt amazing and, in that moment, I made a decision to turn my will and my life over to alcohol.

-- Anonymous

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