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A young writer chases his dreams into a bottle and finds his way to AA
"To keep my flask full, I begged, snuck and stole."
On Monday mornings in high school I would appear in my classes haggard and disheveled. I was secretly proud of the fact that I was worse for the wear after a weekend of hard partying. I had always been good at school, and was enrolled in many honors classes. Being in honors classes meant that I was smart, and drinking meant that I was cool. Looking around at my fellow students I was sure that I was better than any of them.
Needless to say I had an incredibly large ego. I knew for sure that I had all the answers, which made it all the more painful when nothing in my life ever seemed... Login to read more
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