Ignite the Spirit
I was about 13 when Dad gave me a half pint of brandy. I had an old fliptop desk in my room with a little door in its center. When I was unhappy with people or with life not going my way, I’d enter my room, lower the desktop, open the little door, grab my bottle and take a swig. Already, I was hoarding it, hiding it from myself and drinking at everyone.