My sis, Maggie, and I are extremely lucky chicks. As daughters of an alcoholic mom, I wonder if she and I were both spared from The Gene. Or, maybe we have The Gene, we are just super resilient and have some serendipitous insurance against become full blown drunks. Either way, we are damn grateful that we've made well into adulthood without falling into the abyss of addiction.
Several women on my mom's side of the family are or were alcoholics. So of course we have always had that to contend with. Then, as my parents' marriage disintegrated during our last few years of high school, we hung out with loadies on a daily basis. Maggie experimented a little more than I did, but we both managed to come out of the 20-something party-er stage relatively unscathed.
10 years later, our former friends are still doing the same old shite. Drinking, smoking, chilling, smoking again, watching movies half-way through, smoking again, eating burritos, passing out. It's so dumb and so, so sad. And to think, we were the ones who had the biological deck stacked against us.
Trip out, man.
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