30May/11Off
You’re Pretty When I Drink: The Beginning
Every tragedy has its roots and the troubled beginnings of my getting far too drunk with my group of friends can be traced back to what was a time of innocence; the early years of high school. Or maybe it was nightmarish torture and absolute hell, depending on the kind of high school crowds paid attention to you. We floated in the middle. Not the most popular crowd and not the ones being picked on. Or maybe we were. How the fuck should I remember, my memory has taken a savage beating since that fateful night where it all began.