Clarissas Madness

Musical Alcoholism

It was always three. Three more songs, until she was done. Three more drinks, then she would not remember. Three A.M when she would play “The Middle,” by Jimmy Eat World. It was the Karaoke machine that would constantly display 1...2...3... before any song would begin. It was the fact that for the first fifteen years of my life. My mother was a musical Alcoholic. Music and I have had a consistent love hate relationship. There have been a couple times in my life where music stood out the loudest. However, the one that claims center stage and shaped me took place repeatedly during the first fifteen years of my life.