Starting Over

Living in such a small area made Wayne's murder about a million times harder than it was in the first place. It happened the week before I started highschool. There were so many rumors, that I just stopped going to school. When all of that happened is when I really got into drinkin'. I had drank beers here and there, but I didn't like the taste, and often got an attitude like my dad's. I started drinking bourbon. I liked Jack and Coke. And it seemed to like me just fine. I went through a period where all we ever drank was jungle juice! That was a blur.... I had my vodka phase, then the rum dumb thing happened. I won't drink rum today if I was paid to. I always went back to "Uncle Jack".
I was only 13, so I pretty much drank whatever I could get a hold of.  Mad Dog 20/20. It was on the bottom shelf of a huge liquor stand, and no one could see me behind it. I'm short. I was taking eight or ten bottles a month and selling them to the other neighborhood kids. I sold a bottle for five dollars in 1989! I don't think it costs that today. We were smart too. We would sit on the proch roof outside of my bedroom window, which faced the street in front of our house. That way, we could see mom comin down the street and pull the "we're asleep" gag.
I used the money from my "discounted" alcohol to buy better alcohol. There was one night though, that I just couldn't come up with more than $6.00. A buddy of mine says, "hey, we can get a fifth of Old Crowe, it's bourbon." I'm like "cool! A fifth! I was just looking for enought to get a pint! We're gonna party tonight!"
So the guy goes and gets it and a bottle of Pepsi (not my favorite) and we head to the bonfire. We get about half way there and I take a shot of this bourbon.... Holy Hail Balls!!!! No wonder it's cheap.