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I like drinking, I really do. I know that it worries you. My grandfather is an alcoholic, and so is my father. I'm not one, but every girl is a little bit like her father. For me, it's a little more than a bit. He's a quiet man, absent, tortured. He likes red wine, Crown on the rocks, and making people laugh. He hates his job and himself. I would say that these things aren't true for me, but then I'd be lying. My father and I order the same things at restaurants, laugh at each other's jokes, and like Hemingway more than most. I'll drink anything, just like my father. Whiskey, ***** beer, schnapps, well, anything besides tequila... Christmas break two years ago was a rough time. I really wish you wouldn't worry about my drinking. You see, people don't usually worry about me. I was raised by a single mother who didn't even have time to make dinner, much less worry about me, the middle child. My father wasn't usually around, but I guess our similarities are genetic. I guess I'm kind of scared that you care so much because then I actually have someone to impress, someone to make proud. To make my father proud is to like the same kind of beer as him. I haven't quite figured out, yet, how to make you proud.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
You don't like when I drink
I like drinking, I really do. I know that it worries you. My grandfather is an alcoholic, and so is my father. I'm not one, but every girl is a little bit like her father. For me, it's a little more than a bit. He's a quiet man, absent, tortured. He likes red wine, Crown on the rocks, and making people laugh. He hates his job and himself. I would say that these things aren't true for me, but then I'd be lying. My father and I order the same things at restaurants, laugh at each other's jokes, and like Hemingway more than most. I'll drink anything, just like my father. Whiskey, ***** beer, schnapps, well, anything besides tequila... Christmas break two years ago was a rough time. I really wish you wouldn't worry about my drinking. You see, people don't usually worry about me. I was raised by a single mother who didn't even have time to make dinner, much less worry about me, the middle child. My father wasn't usually around, but I guess our similarities are genetic. I guess I'm kind of scared that you care so much because then I actually have someone to impress, someone to make proud. To make my father proud is to like the same kind of beer as him. I haven't quite figured out, yet, how to make you proud.
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
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