No, My Parents Didn’t Give Me Drugs When I Was 7 Years Old
I remember it like it was yesterday. The corner room of my childhood house. Upstairs. 7 years old. Buried beneath a pile of blankets. Hearing the wild party going on all around me. The chinking of wine glasses. Singing of songs. Dancing. Laughing. Talking. Flirting. Except… …there was no party. I was alone in my … Continue reading