Alcohol And Drinking-Personal Narrative

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“This party is awesome! How could we have said no I mean it has everything, girls, kegs, and strobe lights.” I could smell the alcohol lingering out of James mouth as he told me. “ I can’t agree more my friend” while taking a swig of whiskey sucking my teeth at the bad taste but good feeling. hippie Dave came up to us. “Hey dudes so glad you made it to my party, but can you go get some more beer for us were running low.” His words were slurred and slow. We started leaving the party to get some beer probably the most wasted stumbling down the driveway tripping over our own feet. We got in the car and sat for a minute while James watched me fumble around for the key. Pulling out of the drive was the music was loud we were jamming, James was swerving everywhere, but that was maybe because the lines on the roads were curvy. He was paying a lot of attention to my goofy drunk self that stop sign didn't matter… BAMM the last thing I remember seeing was the front of the Silverado with a pre-cracked windshield bang into our small red convertible. I woke up in the oddly soft hospital bed with a pack of ice resting on my painful stitches and …show more content…

I thought to myself. What if things weren't like this? Would James still be alive? I know I have to change. the next day I went to a AA meeting sitting looking at the people around the room wondering if their story was worse than mine, this meeting made me look at things in a different perspective. I realized alcohol isn't my friend, it doesn't help me , its just a whole bunch of atoms floating around it a bottle. After going to AA weekly it's made me realize i'm not alone things for me can get better I've made my screw ups but now it's time to grow up. Do it for

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