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Grapevine : August 2011
that my father had died. I went home, charges pending, to a family in tears. I walked straight up to my room and slept for two days. I was a mess and hardly talked to anyone. I totaled my dad's truck and remember having friends over to party at his wake. That night was probably the most terrifying. The alcohol and drugs weren't working ... at all. A day after his funeral, I woke up and went to rehab in Dallas. Two months later, on my sixteenth birthday, I got kicked out. I had no- where to go, so I went straight to my grandmother, who lived in a small mountain town in New Mexico. She bought me a bottle of whiskey for my birthday and supplied me with some of her choice medication. Finally, I felt like me again. I decided I didn't like New Mexi- co, or my mom who lived nearby, so I stole all her money and bought a one way ticket back to Houston. I made it an entire week before I ran out of money and the police caught me. I went to jail for six days. When she picked me up, I was informed she had moved to Dallas. I was okay with that because my grandmother had moved there too. I stayed at my grandma's for a few nights. Next thing I know, I'm coming out of a blackout in the air- port with a plane ticket to Houston in my hand. At security, I discover six large diamonds in my pocket. I go with it. A friend picks me up at my des- tination and we hit the nearest pawn shop. This time, I don't get caught, couch surfing around until the end of the summer, when I decide it's time to go home. The day of my return to Dallas, I get thrown back into rehab. I stayed, got discharged and white knuckled sobriety for two months until I met some kids at school and we went out to a party. The vicious cycle contin- ued. I was stealing larger and larger amounts of money and ingesting all kinds of chemicals. I was always drunk and couldn't manage my life. The insanity couldn't go on, I knew, but I just couldn't imagine my life with or without chemicals. I got ex- tremely wasted and dropped about 25 different pills into my system, fully ready to die. The ambulance came just in time, whisking me into a psych ward. Ten days later, I found myself in Next thing I know, I'm coming out of a blackout in the airport with a plane ticket to Houston in my hand. At security, I discover six large diamonds in my pocket. I go with it. 48 August 2011