February 2014: My Messy Valentine
Some people lose their car on a night out—he misplaced his girlfriend
In the winter of ’77, I was born into a blue collar, drinking family. We lived in the suburbs of New York City. Being the youngest of four, I had everything I needed and some things that I wanted as well. Looking back, I can say that I was born an alcoholic, but that had nothing to do with my upbringing.
My diseased thinking brought me to suicidal thoughts even before I started drinking. When I picked up that first drink at 13, all those thoughts and feeling went away. Despite drinking through high school, I did well both academically and athletically. I excelled in baseball,...
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New York, New York