On St Paddys day 2001, 6 days before I turned 19, I found my Mom’s cold and lifeless body half naked on her bathroom floor dead from a prescription pill overdose. She had been in and out of rehab all of my life, and finally succumbed to her own cocktail of pain pills and muscle relaxers. Her struggle was finally over. We buried her the day before my birthday. My family is Irish, very irish and every year some shmuck is always says“gonna be a rager at your house or what?” Yes, if by rager you mean I get black out drunk from the pain of finding my own moms dead body and maybe holding my pistol to my head hoping this year is the year I grow a pair and pull the fucking trigger then yes, its gonna be a rager indeed.