Not This Time

My drinking story began when at age five, I was sipping whiskey from my mom's glass. When I was 12, my parents divorced and my mom, brother and I moved to the small town of Concrete, Wash. Since mom was a single parent, it was easy roam the streets and pretty much do what I wanted. One Christmas Even, my friends and I broke into a police station and stole some things. Eventually we were arrested though given light sentences as juveniles. However, only a short time later, I got my first DUI. I was only 16 years old. During my senior year, moonshine was found in my locker and I got into a load of new trouble.