January 2014: Hula Girl
A week before I turned 21, I was arrested for my third DUI. But I had already been arrested once for theft. To all outward appearances, I was a healthy, athletic young man. The truth is I was clinically depressed and already what the professionals call a late-stage alcoholic. I had been in numerous car accidents and had walked away from one that the guys at the body shop thought should have been a fatal collision. In another wreck, I came inches away from killing a man as he was getting out of his car. I took his door, but fortunately not him.