pirate-riotgrrrl

The whiskey burned its way down my throat as I drank from the small metal flask I'd hidden in my bra. My eyes watered instantly. I brushed away the stray droplets with the back of my hand, careful not to smear the meticulously applied mascara. Appearance was everything at this point. Maintain some semblance of composure. I shook my long mane of hair back, raking my bangs away from my eyes. The curls fell wildly around the desperate face I saw in the mirror. The lighting of the grimy club bathroom gave my skin a pallid, eerie glow. My eyes were frantic, but slowly glossing over with the euphoria of the alcohol now collecting in my blood. Every

Providence, Rhode Island is one of the most vibrant, awe-inspiring places I have ever found myself in the midst of. If I had to pinpoint the beginning of my love affair with the city, I would have to attribute it to my senior year of high school. My friends and I would skip class and drive up to the mall to just walk around and goof off for hours. Eventually we migrated to Thayer Street and other lively points of the city. As we wandered, I fell in love with the blend of old and new architecture, and the seamless transitions from city to Browne and RISD campuses. The never-ending flow of college students brought an excitment to the city that

In October of 2007, I experienced one of the scariest moments of my life, and in this moment I discovered my passion for music. I was eighteen, and was just starting to really frequent local music shows. There was one particular venue, The Living Room in Providence, Rhode Island, that hosted many of the shows I attended. One of my favorite bands, Every Time I Die, was scheduled to play there. The band is pretty well-known and a large turnout was expected. The night of the show, the venue was packed with kids, crammed wall-to-wall and jostling for a spot in the front row. I had an advantage being small and a few people took pity on me and l

The lamplight made the amber-colored whiskey glow from its depths, the warm light seeping out into her mouth. The liquid seemed to burn a trail down her throat. The sting filled her senses, and she shuddered. Her head swam as she adjusted her position and melted into the pillows behind her. Drinking alone. This is what she had been reduced to. This was her consolation for the months of drama and torture she had endured. The elation of that afternoon was gone, drowning now in the small well of Jack Daniels in her stomache. The elation of that afternoon was gone, drowning now in the small well of Jack Daniels in her stomache. How close it had a