Nope I was not into the bourbon. I started my revolt back when I was about 10. It began in Church. My mother expected me to be the same good Christian as she felt that she was. I really did not buy into her version and she resented it to the day she died.
Throughout school I often was the odd man out as I would not necessarily follow the lead of others.
The last time I got slapped by my mother was when I was 16. We had just got back from church and on that day I saw the only excommunication of a member of the church. It was a girl who had her second Illegitimate child. They kicked her out of the church.
On the way back home, the conversation was mainly directed at my sister and why she could not have an Illegitimate child. At dinner that afternoon my mom took off again about the girl’s excommunication. I paraphrased the bible:
And the scribes and Pharisees brought unto him a woman taken in adultery; and when they had set her in the midst,
They say unto him, Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act.
Now Moses in the law commanded us, that such should be stoned: but what sayest thou?
This they said, tempting him, that they might have to accuse him. But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, as though he heard them not.
So, when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.
I got slapped hard. Then I paraphrased the rest:
And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst.
When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee?
She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.
The next slap was incredibly hard.
After that I only went to church when they forced me.