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Grapevine : June 2011
I started drinking in parks with friends. Since I looked oldest, I was the one who bought the alco- hol. Soon, I’d had enough of drinking in parks and acquired a new set of friends, who I felt were cooler. I felt privileged they had accepted me as part of the “in” scene. We commenced to party every Friday and Saturday night, gaining a wild reputation. I wanted to live up to my older brother’s reputation, being Drinking in parks with friends What started innocently, eventually almost killed him tough and funny. I was neither. I felt different and inadequate. So I turned away from the “in” scene, becoming a lone wolf. Drinking during the day became normal. I had long since failed out of col- lege, but lied to my mum, pretending to set off for college, only to return and smoke pot and watch TV all day. One day, a barmaid named Mel asked me out on a date. She was leaving for Australia and asked me to follow her. OUR PERSONAL STORIES aagrapevine.org 39 GRAPE_39-40.indd 39 4/21/11 4:05 PM