A Pinhole of Light

Before I was I fifteen years old, I was drinking to black out every day. Every dollar, every thought, and every conscious hour awake was used to accumulate alcohol, and more and more alcohol. I robbed, stole, cheated and scammed anyone to be able to drink. Childhood friends became a thing of the past, replaced by much better friends; people who did as I did and people who just didn’t care. I dropped out of school, moved out of my mom’s house when I was sixteen, and got involved with a bad crowd who thought, like me, that they were living free.