the first time the fine, smooth substance known as beer touched my lips...i was at a tender age of 5...but only a sip or two my father would allow. then came wine, i found it pleasing, yet i could not imagine finishing a glass due to its nice yet akward taste. the first time i tried hard liquor, was around 9-10, and i remember it burned my throat. i couldnt imagine that people actually drank it. then came high school. 13 years old...10 bucks in the pocket...out with my buddys, we get a "boot" and i lay my hands on my first 6-pack. ahhh i could never forget the smooth, rich taste of that first bottle of kokanee, that i drank as i pleased without my father telling me it was enough. by the end of the night, i was plastered.
nowadays, i go for drunk streaks at a time, its not good.
last summer i drank almost every day, waking up hungover planning how to get drunk again that night. once school started, it backed off to getting hammered every weekend. then i met Mal, in december...and since weve been seeing eachother i can only recall about 2 or 3 times of getting plastered. every time i get a chance to go out and drink, she is usually availible...so i go see her instead. i guess thats how i slowed it down....
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