It was at the age of 17 my life became fabulous. And what I mean by that is that
a) I discovered alcohol.
b) I discovered sex.
c) I left home.
Drugs were to come later (and fortunately for me, because if they had been added to the mix, there is no doubt I wouldn’t be around today).
My unhappy oppressed soul had been searching for escape. Any escape. And the escape I needed, was to be an adult even as a child. Because an adult was free.
I’m in the company of the great ones. Ernest Hemingway, Winston Churchill, & Dennis Hopper, not to mention countless others. Alcoholics. Winos. Drunks. It’s yet another label to put on people, to classify them away from yourself and away from the norm, as if there is such a thing. My mother’s voice used to drop [...]