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My name
is Steven Davis. I'm twenty-eight years old. I was
born and raised in Warren, Ohio, about forty-five
minutes south of Cleveland. I was raised by divorced
parents- an only child of a loving mother. My mother
always worked two jobs which left me alone most of
the time. Growing up I always felt "less than", and
that lead me to try to fit in wherever I could,
which eventually led to drinking and smoking pot. I
was thirteen when I took my first drink: hard
liquor, and I blacked out and don’t know what I did
that night. I remember the next day swearing not to
do it again but little did I know I had opened a
door that I would Not be able to shut no matter how
much I wanted it to close. The more I drank and
used, the worse things got. I was always in trouble
with the law. I was always around the older guys
because it made me feel secure to be “part of.” I
dropped out of school at age sixteen; I thought I
could take care of myself. The alcohol and drugs had
already distorted my perception and my ability to
make decisions. I couldn’t see that it was ruining
my life. Over the next ten years my life became a
living hell. Always in trouble with the law,
stealing, lying cheating—I would do whatever it took
to get my booze and drugs |
