If you read certain books, you find out your problems.
I remember as a kid, chugging my mom’s beer at the ballpark.
in 6th grade, I preheated a pizza, didn’t cook it right, then threw up all over the bathroom
that’ll teach 'em for being up at the bar.
We never had money for food or clothing, but my mom always had cigs and booze.
It’s all ok, I became an artist.
I come from a long line of alcoholics. My dad decided to break the cycle. He grew up rough and I guess he didn’t want his kids to go through what he did. I am thankful for that.
My father likes wine but doesn’t over indulge. My mother was an alcoholic/problem drinker(I’m not sure where the dividing line is). Her problem got worse over time. She managed to hold down a job as an assistant library manager . Retirement meant she had more time to drink. The alcohol tended to make her confrontational and paranoid.
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