December 2013: Christmas in a bar
The call to come home pierced his empty soul. It was from his 12-year-old son
I drank socially until I was 9 years old. I sipped the beers of adults at parties and enjoyed small tastes of my mom’s whiskey sours—they were liquid candy! Alcohol made me feel a part of; but mostly I just liked the effect.
At age 9, I made that conscious decision to get drunk: I slipped through the jail bars securing the room that “protected” my father’s wine and liquor from his four resourceful sons. Once in the room, my friend and I were unable to uncork the wine bottle we chose. With a nail, I drilled a small hole through the cork so that I was able to suck out the... Login to read more
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