I swallowed the whiskey that rested in my mouth, letting the smooth yet warm liquid run down my throat. Shaking my head as the burning sensation took over my body, I sat the now empty bottle on the plush carpet beside me. I studied the picture that rested in my lap. It represented me at the highest point of my life. My championship game. I had scored a record breaking 67 points that game and to top it all off I had my three biggest cheerleaders on the sidelines. My wife Onika, my daughter Giselle, and my son Giovanni. We were considered the royal family. Who would have thought that 6 months later I would hit rock bottom. Where did I go wrong?
