I was a charity bear at a liquor store. My drunken twin went to a needy child and I went home with a couple who’d just filled their cart with booze. I still miss living in the liquor store. I used to get wrecked every day with the other charity bears; we’d party when the store closed. I learned to read by reading all the bottles at the store.
Now I spend my days at the mercy of small children.
I’m an alcoholic.