A Fresh Introduction to Hell

I started drinking when I was eleven years old. My grandpa was drinking beer and he asked me if I wanted a sip. I said yes. My sip was finishing off the bottle, and then drinking quite a few more. I hated the taste of beer and despised the smell, but when the effects hit me, I was in love. My whole body burned with a numbing fire. I could stand on top of the world with alcohol. All my problems went away.

Right off I was an everyday drinker. I stole from my friends' parents, hung out at slop houses, and went to parties. None of the people I went to school with had any clue what I was... Login to read more
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