November 20th, 2009

Chris Keeley

I grew up in Washington, D.C. I had every opportunity anyone could want. I grew up in a nice house

I grew up in Washington, D.C. I had every opportunity anyone could want. I grew up in a nice house in Georgetown, I had parents who loved me, and I went to one of the best private schools in the area. My dad was one of the most prestigious business men and real estate developers in the city. He is also a really bad alcoholic. From as early as I can remember, I remember thinking and feeling like life was hard. I never really connected with people and I was never really happy. I remember having friends and always feeling like an outsider. I was a loner, an isolator and always preferred to be by myself. I never really talked much either. My parents started taking me to therapists and psychiatrists at a young age to figure out what was wrong. I hated going and never really talked or participated in the therapy.

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When I was ten years old my parents separated. I remember thinking it was entirely mom’s fault. My dad got an apartment near our house and my brother and I would spend one night a week and every other weekend there. This is when I start to remember his drinking. When I was eleven and my brother was eight he used to send us to the liquor store downstairs to pick up his Stoli. It was paid for ahead of time and they knew him. So we were probably the youngest kids in D.C. buying liquor. We liked going to his apartment, he let us do whatever we wanted. But then he would change and start yelling and doing crazy stuff. So we would call my mom and leave. He would drive us around drunk and get in fights with people threatening them by saying stuff like “Don’t you know who I am?” One time we were walking and he tried to get on a full shuttle bus for one of the places he had developed, the guy wouldn’t let us on because my dad had no proper ID. He started screaming at him and cussing him out telling him that he “would never work in this town again!” I remember feeling embarrassed and thinking that this poor guy was just doing his job. I never wanted to be like that.
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