From the April 2017 magazine.


He thought he had the perfect cover, that he could keep everyone away—until someone saw right through it

The first time I got drunk, I was 13. I remember thinking that I had found some secret to relieve life’s awkward moments. I laughed. I could talk to girls. I loved everyone. When I got home, I thought about how much I was looking forward to the next weekend. I didn’t realize that I was about to give my life away to have those moments of drunkenness.

The next weekend came and I got drunk again. Alcohol worked the same way it had the week before. I could laugh and talk with ease.
Alcohol relieved me of the bondage of self. In fact, I knew a new...

-- David H.

Canon City, Colorado, USA