August 2010
Out of control
For a suicidal drunk, the death of a friend to alcohol is the wake-up call
To give you an idea of how I grew up, I'll tell you the story of my first drunk. I was 11 years old, and it was the night of the faculty Christmas party. My mom, who taught at the elementary school I was attending at the time, had about 20 or 30 of her fellow teachers over to our house. With my best friend by my side, I was shocked when the headmaster showed up at the front door with two cases of beer!
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