The Runaway

I remember having my first drink at a family gathering when I was about eight. Everyone thought it was cute to watch little Kimi get drunk. It was a blackout drunk; all my drunks were. I had no idea anyone ever drank to get a little tipsy. I thought everyone drank for oblivion. My next drunk came at age ten on a double date. (I thought dating at ten was normal; I think the insanity had already set in.) Before going to the drive-in, we stopped at someone's house. I found a bottle of creme de menthe that night. I remember something about cherry bonbons and throwing the keys out of the car. Another blackout.