I don’t know about you, but I never liked labels. Growing up I was teased and tormented called names I now no longer remember, but still remember sitting at the kitchen counter with my mother crying over what the kids talked about me behind my back or straight to my face during the school day….
Tag: alcoholic
I went to A.A. Today
I just threw out all of my wine bottles and gave Diego all my weed, beer, and good liquor. It felt rather strange pouring a delicacy such as bourbon down the bathroom sink drain but I felt unchained by it all. It started with I woke up at 11am and my mom had written me…
