Peace at Last

I grew up in a violent alcoholic home, and although I don't believe that environment turned me into an alcoholic, I can't deny that it played a part in my alcoholic drama. I stole my first drinks from my mother and grandfather as soon as I was tall enough to snatch their glasses from the dining-room table. I loved the attention and excitement as my mother yelled and chased me, trying to retrieve her brandy. I remember the burning sensation sliding down my throat, through my chest, and into my belly. I felt invincible.