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A party in the jungle heat, he is sober, Like always. *Just one drink... Come on try it...* No. One, please, do it with me No Don't be left out No Just one...? ...no... One. Capitulation First Sip. Fruit juices of the jungle- strawberry sweet with that telling aftertaste no regret. Sip. Gulp. First cup finished He is Tipsy. Secnd cup finshed He is Buzzed. Pride, He has lost his inicense, He is growin' up. The only limit is dere are none... Three cups in and the sweet nektar is gane, One half a Loko next – grawss. The world tips. One half a wutr botle goes very fastly - no flavor at all The world blurs, Cut to couch 3 am He tiiirrrred, He fulll, He is full-on drunk. For the first time in sixteen years, he is a wining-confused-inarticulate baby. Pillow on his face to hide from the lights- not the shame- just the party that needs to be over He wants sleep, but the spins keep him awake. The rumors abound: "He assed out on the couch."- not true. Alcohol fueled lie. Alcohol distorts perception far worse than a few rumors can hope to encompass. Alcohol turns your average teen into a Thrill-seeking Death-defying Lady-killing Frisky-living Idiot.
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
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A party in the jungle heat, he is sober, Like always. *Just one drink... Come on try it...* No. One, please, do it with me No Don't be left out No Just one...? ...no... One. Capitulation First Sip. Fruit juices of the jungle- strawberry sweet with that telling aftertaste no regret. Sip. Gulp. First cup finished He is Tipsy. Secnd cup finshed He is Buzzed. Pride, He has lost his inicense, He is growin' up. The only limit is dere are none... Three cups in and the sweet nektar is gane, One half a Loko next – grawss. The world tips. One half a wutr botle goes very fastly - no flavor at all The world blurs, Cut to couch 3 am He tiiirrrred, He fulll, He is full-on drunk. For the first time in sixteen years, he is a wining-confused-inarticulate baby. Pillow on his face to hide from the lights- not the shame- just the party that needs to be over He wants sleep, but the spins keep him awake. The rumors abound: "He assed out on the couch."- not true. Alcohol fueled lie. Alcohol distorts perception far worse than a few rumors can hope to encompass. Alcohol turns your average teen into a Thrill-seeking Death-defying Lady-killing Frisky-living Idiot.
True or false...? You weigh in.
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steven-fried
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
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