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May 2013: Big Ego, Bigger Cup

The more important she got, the more she poured

The first time I drank, I was in junior high at a high school party. I wanted to be like everyone else. I drank a lot of whiskey, threw up and passed out.

After high school, I became what I thought was a responsible drinker. I only drank too much at parties when everyone else was doing it, and when I wasn’t the designated driver. And yet, I even found opportunities to get drunk in the desert, in a country where alcohol was outlawed. And I was always the one who got helped home or poured back into the tent.

In the Marines, I learned that drinking brought acceptance. My... Login to read more
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