When you’re little and you get hurt, the first place you go to make it all better is to your mother. In our family, you don’t. My mother is a wonderf
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I worked in a family-owned bar for fifteen years. The oldest of three brothers owned the establishment while the other two brothers worked there. The
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Working in the city, you get pretty used to the daily crush of people all desperate to get to where-ever they’re going. At first I hated it, then aft
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As I stood on the stage, the bright lights burning my eyes as I tried my hardest not to squint, I squeezed the hand of the guy beside me posing with
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I don’t know why, but a majority of the action in my life occurred during the years I was seventeen. Perhaps we try to get away with a lot before we
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I woke up that December morning feeling a little tired, but otherwise fine. Despite the night of heavy drinking before, I had no hangover. It was onl
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Over the years, I have come to realize I am not perfect. This is one of those discoveries that get easier to deal with as we get older. Sure, we are
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You figure you get all you’re partying out of your system by the time you are legally able to party. Sometimes this happens a little later in life, a
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