My whole focus at High School was alcohol. I wanted to taste it’s sweet relief ( it seemed like that at the time). I had a friend called Billy Paton who’s brother drove for Riverside Rolls. Billy got me a weekend ‘van boy’ job where I worked a Saturday and Sunday.
I got paid on a Saturday and bought cans of Lager. I went to school Monday to Friday and worked the other two days. I was going to Auldgirth to visit my gran now as I just wanted to drink. Every school holiday I would just work, inside this made me feel guilty and ashamed. It was already beginning to damage my relationships with family members. I was always annoyed and angry.
When I was in the later years of High School my gran from Auldgirth died. At the funeral the minister always referred to her death as a ‘Victory’ this made me very confused, how could death be a victory.
A few months later my gran from Stewarton died. I was neither up nor down unlike my other Gran.
In my final year of High School I was missing school and working almost every day, my school work was suffering. Out of ‘work’ my only mates were other drinking associates. here I was 16 years old and already working to pay for my alcohol.
I then got a job as an Apprentice Brickie (bricklayer) this was an awful job but the money was excellent. I was heading for Alcoholism before I had reached the legal age to drink.
I was asked to a meeting by Scott. At that meeting I got a taste of real Victory.