Pass me the bottle to my youth, because I am on another ******.
I think it all started when I just 16. My parents were gone. The liquor cabinet was full of 750ml bottles of of Yes, AL CO HOL!!
One little sip of the amber hue colored liquid wouldn't hurt, Would it? I sure hope not. Because I was Alco-curious.
Down the hatch the first shot went. ****! Oh lord, it burned like hell going down my throat. My intestinal track was screaming ****** ****** at me to stop this insanity. Then came the second and third and fourth shot. And it tasted so so good. Mmmm mmmm mmmmm
After a night spent in a spinning room of mystical illusions and countless prayers to the only porcelain God I knew, I felt like I needed more.
It all started on a Friday and ended on Sunday. The day in which prayers to all the gods came full curcle.
Four empty bottles laid scattered across the carpeted floor and me laying under the coffee table, with only my plaid boxer shorts and socks on. My eyes would only half open and my head was pounding like a jack hammer and I knew why.
I sought pure enjoyment at that moment. My first teenage ******. I truly loved every minute of it or I think I did. I don't remember it. Maybe the following weekend would be my second.