My First Drink - Original Writing

At the doorway, momentarily, I hesitated. Should I continue? Should I call the police instead? Should I even be here, pondering over to help the man who constantly abused his children and deserved to die? Should I?

“I’m Y/N. Thank you. For, you know.” She laughed; it was a beautiful laugh that I almost forgot to respond again.

A bottle is suddenly broken, a fist is suddenly clenched, his speech is slurred. He gets up to get into his car out of his sons apartment. Barely making it to the door of the apartment, he falls down once in the hallway. He is carried down in the elevator to an ambulance. He found out he is going to alcoholic rehabilitation. This isn’t the first time an event like this has happened, but the third time.

1. What is alcoholism? 2. How do people become alcoholics? 3. What are the effects of alcoholism, on both the alcoholic and their family? 4. How do you diagnose alcoholism? 5. Is there a cure for alcoholics? 6. What is the treatment? What is Alcoholism? Alcoholism can be defined as the dependency on alcohol; addiction to alcohol. It is a chronic disease, this disease called alcoholism is progressive and potentially fatal. “ In 1966 the American Medical Association (AMA) declared Alcoholism a disease, but it is still judged morally by society” said Father Martin. There are different types of alcoholics, the first type of alcoholic is the everyday drinker. These alcoholics drink on a daily basis with a high dependency on alcohol. A

This time they decided to send me out of town to a program in Arizona. I arrived there on a Friday, however, the program wasn 't to commence until that Monday. There was no way I was going to check in and be on lockdown, knowing that I still had a weekend to play with. I checked into a hotel and prepared myself for, what I thought would turn out, a great time. I learned that things don 't always turn out as planned. I hit the town running at full speed seeking the first bar I could locate to get things kicked off. Before I knew it, I had gone from one bar to another, even catching taxis to get to and from them. When I made it back to the hotel room, I was pretty loaded and should have called it quits. But there 's another thing I

Immediately after the music interval, she conveyed her wishes to acquaint me with a true friend - the business owner - and guided me by the hand to the club’s rear, where an affable middle-aged man sat, seemingly entertained by the crowd. Then after the introduction, she leaned forward for an extended whisper in his ear, which in spite of the noisy crowd made me uncomfortable. To add into the unlikely behavioral habit, she consequently sat beside him, almost ignoring my presence. Now, though I was aware by own experience of the suspicion craft alcohol can sometimes play in our minds, whereas this was or not one of those occasions, due to my own past recollections, I couldn’t deem myself utterly drunk at the moment. So I decided to add some

Welcome to the Brad Essex report here what i'm looking at this week. This week we are taking a break from politic. Andrew Breitbart once said politic is downstream from pop culture. So I'm going to tell you about my trip to the Eureka Heights Brewery.

“ I, myself was a teacher at MC’s school but the drink got the best of me and I hit a pupil, which is something I obviously regret but in my defence he did throw scissors into my back. This excuse was obviously invalid . My whole life has revolved around God and the Bible. Our household has always had a firm trust in God and the Republican Party but all the trust and love has not stopped my drinking. I drink to hide my insecurities. Since my teenage years, I have constantly been mocked because I look like a sort of land whale and that I have an unlimited account at Mc Donald’s. The drink provides a sense of haziness, a sort of detachment from the real world. I keep saying to myself in a mad world, only the mad are sane. I have brought up MC

After coming home from school, my neighbor and I watched TV on the couch together and I began to feel thirsty. Luckily, my neighbor was so invested with the TV show that I was able to walk over to my freezer and place an EyesKube into my drink. My cup was colored and not transparent so my neighbor never even noticed.

It was almost midnight when he caught up to me. I knew it was time. I picked a spot next to the large cave I found under the brush. He was coming quickly and I heard the dogs with him. When he was within range I turned slightly and yelled in pure terror, or thats what he thought. Waiting for him to shoot I pretended to struggle and and scramble in the brush while he pulled out his pistol. I knew the way it worked, I had been in his dungeons listening to the gun shots for weeks. I knew he would shoot my arm first to stop me, then my legs, then one last shot in my heart to kill me. I waited for the first shot. It grazed my arm but that wasn 't good enough, I yelled as if it struck my heart, then fell into the pool as he fired off the last

Substance abuse and addiction are major problems in society today. Every segment of society, regardless of race, gender, or age is affected. Some of the substances that are used grow naturally, where as others are manufactured illicitly or even legitimately in laboratories. They may be smoked, inhaled, ingested, or injected and used for social, religious, or self-medicating purposes. The substance that are abused include caffeine, nicotine, alcohol, steroids, stimulants, depressants, heroin, ANd cocaine.

“ Excuse me, but no thanks! I have my own patients to take care of,” I said back in a mocking tone. I then got up and left the room, leaving Luna there angry. I could even see the steam coming out of her ears as I walked past her and out the door. Walking down the hall, I soon came to room 405. Grabbing Mina’s folder I headed in seeing the little girl with her blue leg cast, up and talking with her parents. I knocked on the door getting the attention of all three people.

When you live in Michigan you get the luxury of the full winter experience. There is glistening snow on the ground, the trees are bare and the cold winter wind hits you across the face. Today felt colder than usual nevertheless, it was a typical weekend for me. My mother dropped me off at the mall. I headed straight to the food court seeing as though I didn’t eat breakfast this morning. I am amazed by the Christmas lights and decorations. Christmas is my absolute favorite time of year. It can’t get any better than this. I am craving taco bell, so I walk up to the counter and proceed to place my order, “Hi

My ass should have been comatose... lol. The Next drunk episode was the Cali trip, the details are not important. What is important was the self-declaration that I had imposed upon myself. I made a promise to myself that this would be the last time I would allow myself to be shitfaced (extremely drunk) Trust me guys, I got seriously fucked up during my road trip and when I returned back home and I said that's it. In addition, I forgot to mention that I took the fucking Greyhound bus out there from NYC to Florida, then to Cali, then back to NYC. Never again, folks, I was like a fucking zombie after that trip...lol. Nevertheless, I was 33 years old, and to be honest with you guys I thought I would never make it past the age of 33 real talk.

We were a normal family of four at first. It was my mom, dad, brother and I. We lived in a little adobe house that they made themselves. I was their first child, the oldest of two. I was born in Mexico and life there seemed simple, but as a child I couldn’t really tell when things weren’t. Things were pretty normal the first four years of my life, I was about to go to school in Mexico and I spent a lot of time with my dad and family. I was really close with my dad, we would go out together a lot, he had a bunch of CD’s in his car and he would play one and we’d sing together, and he would make me breakfast in the mornings while I watched morning cartoons. He was basically my role model in my early days, it was nice too, I really enjoyed it.