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June 2013: Losing my religion

Lost in raves after leaving his church, he discovers the truth about his drinking

Painting by Fran O.

The first time I tried alcohol I was 10 years old. My friend and I got hold of his mother’s liquor, which she had kept under the sink. It was vodka and whiskey. I can’t remember everything that happened, but I recall laughing a lot. I was 13 when I found a bottle of whiskey left behind after a party at our house and I hid it in my drawer. Again, my memory of what happened when I drank is vague, but I know I was laughing, jumping around on my bed, and falling down a lot. I woke up naked and bruised.

For three years after my 14th birthday, I consumed a lot of alcohol and weed.... Login to read more
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