Everlong
EVERLONG When I was in high school, I partied a little too much. It was the late 70s, and “Sex, Drugs and Rock-n-Roll” were the theme. I drank too much. (Actually, there never was a time that I didn’t drink TOO much). As an adult, I hate that that was my youth, and have lots of shame about it. As a kid, as awful I was with MY drinking, I did have lots of fun times that I still can remember and am grateful that I had those times as well as the friends who put up with me back then. One thing that, looking back, I didn’t experience, was having a boyfriend. I was friends with lots of different groups of people, but somehow, it seemed, that no boys were interested in me. I figured it was my slovenly behavior and my 5’2” frame. Short girls, in my opinion, were probably not interesting. Short, drunk girls were less so. I’ve not had good luck with men. I was married twice, but both were bad decisions made with alcohol on board. I tried my best to make the marriages work, but they didn’t
