First Drink

At the age of 16, I stole a bottle of Jack. My father finished his nightcap and fell asleep, Leaving the bottle outside, unattended. I silently walked over to the table, It was half empty, But something is better than nothing. Excited, I sneaked the bottle up to my room. In the dead of the night, In... Continue Reading →

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