Entertainment company Party and getting taken advantage of.

On saturday, i have a interview/investors party/meet-and-greet for a start-up entertainment company i will taking photos for starting in november.

I arrive at a gourgeous house on the water, that looks like its out of a movie. This house/furniture/view/location can be described as one thing. Ballin'. Period. It's just balling.

As soon as i get there, I grab myself a beer. Which is quickly gone. At some point i may come back to this story because it is a good one, but what happens is not important, so i will skip from 6pm to 10:30 pm, and simply list the drinks i can remember drinking. 1 Heineken, 2 margaritas, 3 shots of patron, 2 vodka and cranberries, 1 assorted drink i dont remember what was in it)

I'm 9 drinks deep and i call my friend schuyler. We decide to meet at a local bar/restaurant. At some point i must have given cute girl the keys because she is driving. When we arrive, i order 21 wings and a water. Schuyler arrives and orders a beer. I look at him quizzingly and say "2 beers. 2. I want one." or something to that effect. He orders 2 and i am happy.

My wings come, my beer is gone. I am drunk. i powerhouse through half the wings and then realize i have to pee. When i get up to go to the bathroom, i realize how drunk i am. Oh my god. i cannot stand. this is not good. i should start eating when i drink.

I arrive back at the table and eat a wing or 2. suddenly my beer is half full. This is confusing but i think nothing of it.

***Side Note***
Schuyler has been ordering new beers. the total for the night on the bill was 4 or 5 so thats where the half full beer came from.

I take a 50 out of my wallet, throw it on the table and get up to smoke a cigarette. I have difficulty walking, standing, talking, moving etc.

****memory lapse****

It is morning. My cat is meowing in my face, and rubbing my face with her nose. Cute cute cat. After thinking about it for a while and petting my cat, i vaguely remember the night before.

Cute Girl and me started hooking up and I'm fairly certain we had sex. I had morals and ethics pertaining to sleeping with this particular girl, but then i got drunk. Fucking alcohol. I can barely remember what happened during but i remember the act and smoking a cigarette after. Oh no this is not good.


Creepy eli and drunk girl.


Richie and his bitches.


5 minutes later, my step father is yelling at me, telling me to get in the car, he needs help with work. uuuuuggggghhhh. so i get up put on pants and go to work.


By the way...its about 9 am. I am hung over. He plays with a nail gun and saw for a few hours at work. Fuck. My. Life.

CT for the weekend

I went home this weekend with Cute Girl in tow and so on friday night, we got into my town at about 9pm. My mom came and got us at the train station and when i got home she informed me that there was a party at our house for the presidential election.

I walk in and go to my old room and start going through my old shit. Me, cute girl and my mom sit and talk in my room, when my stepfather comes into my bed room and says. "theres a bottle of the alcohol that makes you hallucinate...the stuff thats been illegal for the past 50 years....whats it called?"

"ABSINTHE?!"

I immediately jump up and go to the kitchen and pour myself a shot. I'm dissappointed that after one shot and smelling it and all that, that i realize this is not absinthe but rather some german vodka/gin type drink. I pour myself another shot just to be sure it is not absinthe. It still isnt. I go back to my room, and after going through my closet and telling my mom i need her to clean out my flask thats been in my closet for 4 months with vodka and berries in it, i leave to go to work at my old bar.

At 10:30 i arrive at work. Everyone misses me, blah blah blah, hugs, etc. I set up what i need to, and go to the back room for a beer and a cigarette. After i do that, i go upstairs and see my old bartender, Crystal.

Crystal and me used to do jager bombs like water on a bi-hourly basis when i worked there earlier this year. So of course i pour us a few and we do them.

I'm downstairs again a while later, and i'm drinking another beer.

I'm upstairs again for another jager bomb.

At 1:45 the bar closes and I clean up. At 3:30 I am home.

I go to sleep after playing call of duty for a few hours

Drinks: 8 (2 'absinthe' shots, 3 jager bombs, 3 beers)
Drunkness: 6.5 out of 10
Food: enough.

The Gayboorhood.

Last night I was with Cute Girl and we got a call from my friend Richie aka Ebony Princess 2008. He's the west village for the night so i rush over with cute girl in tow to meet him.

After about an hour, i track him down and we go to a famous gay bar in the west village. The bartended cards me and cute girl so we can't drink. damn. Oh well its Dykes on Mics night so its some lesbian comedy. Jackie Jones was hillarious. shes was total socal skater-punk girl-dyke. She started hitting on Cute Girl and singing "i want you to want me" to her. My friend richie and his friend bobby are convinced that Cute Girl is the most beautiful thing ever. When we go outside for a cigarette. we run into the comic again and then a very drunk lesbian who hits on her again. I get labeled the quiet one. Great.

We then walk to a bar called pieces. On the way, Bobby sticks his head over a fence and yells at several men in it, "YOU KNOW WHERE I CAN GET SOME COKE?" a guy starts waving us over but luckily me and richie push bobby down the street. We get to pieces and they card us again. DAMNIT. i am bound to not drink tonight. On our way back to find ANOTHER bar where i can drink, richie and bobby begin to pose in a little enclave by a door and window and a little bench type thing. After a few minutes, the curtain is pulled back and we hear "GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WINDOW YOU IDIOT!" For some reason this is hilarious and all 4 of us spend a few minutes dieing of laughing. bobby and richie were legit on the ground rolling around.

So we finally recover and find a bar, richie promptly orders 4 shots of jager. once they are being poured, cute girl makes it known that she does not want to drink after the previous nights, festivities. So i say no worries and i make it known that i like jager. i do my shot and her shot and order a jager bomb. as soon as the shot his the redbull, i drink it all down. the bartender is in awe. She can tell i am not 21 and i suspect she did not expect me to know how to do a jagerbomb or do it fast.

At this point i see a juke box. i borrow a dollar and put on elliot smith. i am an emo kid. Fuck you. I like it when im drinking. Cute girl did too. Richie orders me a corona and right after bobby who is really really trashed, passes me his apple-tini. Fucking fruity drinks. So i drink his martini and finish my corona in time to look over and see bobby pulling richies face towards his. Richie jumps up and screams "OH MY GOD I JUST KISSED BOBBY! AHHHH" and starts spitting on the floor. The two porr bartenders are laughing and putting their hands over their face. At this point, bobby is humping hte floor in the doorway and richie is spitting.

We leave the bar and we see a street cafe. bobby decides he must talk to the people there. I decide its not a good idea and pull him away. There is a big block of cardboard ahead thats about 4 feet tall. Bobby and richie are up there posing in about 2 seconds. After the couture photo shoot on the trash.

Memory lapse. I have to turn to my right and ask cute girl what we did next. she isnt sure either. Oh well.

The next thing i remember, we are at a pizza place, after getting kicked out of a piano bar. I leave bobby with cute girl figuring she can handle him, while me and richie find a liqour store. We get side tracked.

"Lets get something pierced!" says richie!

I agree this is a FABULOUS idea. so we go in. It's 25$ for a tongue pierced, so guess what richie gets pierced. Only after assuring the man that he is completely sober and has had but one drink, does he pierce it though.

We go back to the pizza parlor but dont see bobby or cute girl. Oh no. Luckily they are outside smoking a cigarette. I save cute girl and richie shows bobby his tongue. Bobby says he wants his too now. We try to tell him that he cant but he wont listen. it takes all our patience to keep him walking away from the parlor. (If youre reading this bobby, dont worry, we've all been there. You and richie are still our favorites!"

After this we walk back to the dorms, with bobby and richie bickering and me laughing and cute girl being silent again. Bobby stops to pee twice and richie kicks a duane reades door.

I wake up in the morning after a good night at 11. Oops missed class. Oh well. I dont care and niether does Cute Girl. Good.



Richi and bobby on cardboard.



Richie on the floor.



Drinks: 3 shots of jager, an appletini, a corona (5)
Drunkess: 2 out of 10
Food: Let's just say i should eat more.

3:30 in the afternoon.

Its 3:30 pm and i found a beer in my fridge. I am drinking it. Exciting i know. I've decided this blog was a good idea. I like knowing every time I drink and what happens. Stories are good.

Hipsters Birthday, throw up and me with a vag

Alright. So. fucking hipsters. again. I've grown to love my new hipsters. When i was there the other day they invited us back for a girls birthday party. I enjoy birthday parties.

At about 10 oclock i call cute girl and me her and alicia head over to my buddy jakes apartment. Cute girl is mad at me. i dont know why. We get to jakes apartment and his gf is laying in bed half asleep and he is at the computer. i lay down on his filthy floor after putting a record on and we basically whisper because were all beat. At about 10:45 we head to the Hipster's house.

We we arrive we can hear the music from 2 floors down. I walk in first and pour myself a drink.

If i think hard i could tell you what happened next but the next important event is me sitting on a furry chair, drinking my 3rd drink. By this time we ran out of sprite so it was a half full glass of vodka. Tasty.

Now i should follow this with the fact that vodka and me are not friends. Some people have tequila problems...some whiskey...I have vodka.

So random hipster music is playing. MIA and gay 70 music, MGMT or whatever.

I get a call from a kid Dave Tassey. He has a huge fro and a huge beard that is like his head hair on his chin and its amazing. hes outside. I let him up and i instantly know tonight will be good.

I pour him a drink and top off mine (shot number 7 or 8).

After a while we realize the vodka is empty and me tassey and cute girl go to get more beer. The whole way there, Cute Girl is being really mean. REALLY MEAN. And im loving it. Im hoping shes not actually mad at me, but also hoping that she keeps acting like it because its the hottest thing i have seen in a looong time.

I should also tell you some other things about me. Im not happy unless im bleeding. My back had better be so scratch that i cant shower with my back to the water, i want to be choked and all that. Shes doing the non-physical version of this. She is a complete bitch and i love it.

Anyways, we go to one bodega and the guy cards tassey. Tassey hands him his ID that says tassey is 20. The man looks at the idea. scratches his head and looks at the wall. ID. Wall. ID. Wall.
"you have 20 years"
"21"
"20"
"it says 21 right here"
"YOU HAVE 20 YEARS!"
"fine"
Dick.

So we trek to another bodega and succesfully purchase my 2nds favorite beer. Red Stripe. We make it back to the apartment and Cute Girl still wont tell me why or even if she is mad at me.

I see an empty spot in the window so i go sit over there because its hot as underboob, or balls or hell or whatever you want to say. there are 2 people i know and i dont. I introduce myself to the girl i dont know. Her name is madeline. she makes fun of me for being 19. i guess her age at 23. she says 24, but since she spent a year in rehab and a few years wasted on drugs, she has decided shes 21. After she tells me this, she does a line of coke. Attractive.

Madeline and this guy Xavier are convinced i am gay. I am not. Madeline says too bad because she only sleeps with gay guys. I say that thats too bad. im not gay. She is attractive but not for me. At the point where she begins rubbing my leg and trying to hold my hand, Cute Girl comes over and sits where the coke just was. She takes my beer out of my hand and i ask why she is mad. She will not tell me. This is becoming a trend. I go on the balcony to pee and when i get back. 24/21 year old madeline is gone. Thank god.

Cute Girl tells me she is heading back to the dorm. She does not look well. Having brought 4 other people who know no one at this party, i am oddly not reluctant to offer what i offer.

"do you want me to walk you back"
"ehhh...dont worry about it. its fine"
"Ok. lets go"

I say a few short good byes and assure everyone i will be back. i just need to walk her about 12 streets and 4 or 5 avenues. only about an hour and a half drunken walk there and back.

So as to not embarrass Cute Girl, i will just say that she was not feeling very well and after holding her hair and lifting her from the sidewalk, i decide she cannot go to the dorms. i knew a kid who got kicked out of housing first week of school for coming home puking.

I call my buddy jake and ask him a huge favor. I think the conversation goes something like this.

"Dude jake. shes shot. i need your guest bed."
"No fucking problem. we've all been there. if theres a mess in my hall, clean it a little, i dont want to piss off the neighboors."

I convince Cute Girl that we have to leave and go to jakes. she reluctantly comes and i get jakes keys and walk to his apartment. We only have to stop at about 2 more corners to puke a little more on her arms, legs and my shoes. Some how i am not disgusted and all i can do it smile and run her back.

I get her into his guest bed in his tiny studio apartment. i sit her down, clean her up, get her water, take of her shoes and give her my shirt as a pillow. i do not want to cause jake and his GF any more dirty things in their apartment.

The next 3 hours of this story are not important to anyone but me. I dont think cute girl remembers or would even care if she did, so ill skip it. However i will say this, contrary to hygiene, personal dignity and normal logic. I totally kiss this girl not even 15 mintues after she threw up. This is not good. Not a good sign at all.

After listening to The chronic and either/or (elliot smith) a few times. she is just falling asleep and i get a call from alicia saying they are on their way back. i finish up my cigarette and put the water glass in the sink. I take off my sweatshirt and put it over her legs because i know jake will put the air conditioning on and its fucking cold already.

By this time they are up in the apartment and i shake jakes hand, assure him i will be back by 9 am to retrieve cute girl and me and alicia walk back to my dorm. As soon as we get back, we both fall asleep.

I awake at 6 oclock (about 2 hours after falling asleep) and by 7 i havent fallen asleep again, so i get up, get dressed, roll a cigarette and walk to pick her up. Thats pretty much it. i get her, we walk back. she thanks me and i of course say dont worry about it even though walking though midtown east at 8 oclock am with 2 hours of sleep and still drunk, is the last thing i want to be doing.

Total Drinks: about 12 total (7 or 8 shots of vodka a 24 of red stripe and another can of micro brewery hipster beer.
Drunkness: 6.5/10
Food: Pizza 30 minutes before i leave my dorm and a bagel at like 3pm.

Hipsters House #2 and artichoke pizza

Kamil is a horrible person. he is never on time. Last night i spent from 8 until almost 10 waiting for him to be done at a diner. When i finally got the call, i immediately leave my dorm and head to his apartment.

I arrive with my friend from boston, Alicia, in tow and we promptly ask when we are getting beer and whether we can even get hard alcohol at this hour. We cannot.

So we walk to the little corner store bodega and grab 3 6packs. He gets corona, i get PBR and olde E. I am happy.

As we walk up the stairs of his apartment, we hear loud music coming from hipster's apartment and so once again, i see a button and i press it. We are welcomed in without a second thought and i throw the beer in the fridge and start drinking.

There are about 5 guys and 5 girls at this apartment. Me and kamil are the only 2 positively straight men there. I find this entertaining. Gay people are the absolute funnest people EVER to hang out with.

I spend about 30 minutes talking to this gay man brian who after hearing me interact with alicia and hearing me talk for no more than 3 minutes, knows everything about me. I find this terrifying.

I dont remember a little bit in here but the next event i can remember is me peeing in a sink while alicia is peeing in the toilet and someone is banging on the door. Her pee was very yellow. I know this because she kept saying it. over and over and over and over and over and...

We begin to talk to a thoroughly intoxicated blonde woman who i propose, probably has the iq of a burnt piece of toast. She is a Finance Major from Oregon University or something. She is constantly nearly spilling her totally full bottle of newcastle. Every 5 seconds i move over and grab the neck of the bottle to keep it from spilling on her dress. She gets up to go to the bathroom and we hear a giant crash. I look over and she is on the floor. She gets helped up. She saved the beer from spilling so all is well. 15 seconds later. BANG. She falls again...wtf...she didnt seem THAT drunk.

We are then told that we all must leave because this girl berry is tired and has been puking for a few hours. We dont leave. we sit in the kitchen listening to miley cyrus and the doors (i dont get it either) and then finally leave. As im leaving i make plans to meet up with cute girl from the other night and our friend spencer. We meet up at a pizza place and cute girl seems angry. Not sure why. But anyways. we decide its probably best to just all go home. so we do.

They take the subway and me and alicia walk. As we are walking i see a guy carrying a pizza box and realize we are right next to Artichoke. A pizza place specializing in artichoke and spinich pizza. I wait in line for about 30 minutes for 2 slices of this pizza. Before i eat it, i walk all the way back to my dorm.

After that i remember alicia dropping her pizza on the floor, and me getting into bed. and then i woke up. And thats my night last night.



Total drinks:4
Drunkness: 2 out of 10
Food eaten that day: HAH! a little ramen

Rooftops and sunsets

Yesterday after class i got a call from a kid from my class who said he was having a party, so of course I round up jake and his girlfriend heather and we head over to Kamil's apartment. We get there with a handle of georgi vodka and sprite. theres only like 5 people there and we're all just smoking and drinking and talking. After about 6 or so shots, we decide to walk back to the dorms, i think with the intention of getting my cigarettes. I'm not really sure. But a few minutes later were back at the dorms. People go in to use the bathroom and whatever. As were walking back to kamils, i see a girl from my photo and other classes. I thought she was cute so i was drunkenly sreaming
"HEY! I KNOW YOU! YOU SHOULD COME! WERE GOING TO KAMILS ROOF! LETS GO", I expected some resistance and had lines ready to convince her.

None were needed. she promptly hung up the phone and walked with us. i remember nothing but being back at kamil's and having the sprite/vodka mix being gone from my bottle. I was sad. After rolling a joint and drinking a bit more. Me and Cute girl were the only ones on the room. Kamil was there but he kept leaving and coming back and leaving. At about 3 am we think its about time to leave. So we start the walk from Kamil's roof to his apartment. I see a door. it has a button. I push the button. Its a doorbell. 3 hipsters answer the door and offer me a bluemoon after i make it apparent that i need more beer. We get to talking and i realize i want to kick one in the face. I mention leftover crack and choking victim and c squat and he starts making fun of me. This gay little hipster kid. Luckily Cute girl sees the bottle in my hand and takes it from me saying..No. No. Stop. i wasn't going to hit him, come on. But he deserved it.

So after we leave gay hipster heaven and those kids, we walk back to the dorms. some where about 4 blocks from the dorms, she tells me that she has left her keys in her room so she can't get in since she doesn't want to trouble her roommates. I offer to sign her into my room and let her sleep there. There is one problem with this idea.

My school doesnt allow visitors to be signed in after 11 oclock unless you fill out an overnight form before 11 pm. Here it is. 4 or 5 am and we cant fill one out now. So we sit.

We sit on the stoop across the street for 2 and half hours, me drunkenly slurring my words and she soberly and politely laughing at my horrible drunken antics.

At 7:30 am. we are finally allowed to go in. I fall asleep seconds after hitting the bed and we sleep.


I wake up at 1 oclock and we talk. im hungover. i am not happy. i walk all over manahattan hungover and in pain. it is not fun.

Total Drinks:10-11 drinks
Drunkness: 7.5 out of 10
Food: Very little.

Lightning Bolt in Brooklyn

After writing yesterdays post, i recieved a call from a good from highschool telling me to get my ass to brooklyn for the Lightning Bolt show. I poured myself some coffee, grabbed a bagel and a cigarette and hit the road. About an hour later i arrived in brooklyn (myrtle ave). As soon as my feet hit the stairs i could hear the music. Loud droning black metal. Not my deal. I pay to get into an abandonded lot under a subway overpass and find my friends. I convince them to go the corner store with me. I buy a 40. I drink it. I fix the hang over from the night before. I am happy.

That's pretty much it. the show was sick. i went back to my friends apartment, showered, played cards, and took the L back home. Boring night as far as alcohol goes.

Total drinks: 1 40 .oz
Drunkness: 1 out of 10
food: sandwhich and some other stuff

Brooklyn, Moving out party, etc

It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and I'm laying in bed because i got home at about 4:30 am and when i first woke up at 10 i was hungover as shit so I went back to sleep. Here was my night last night.



Last night I went to the David Lachapelle exhibition over in the Chelsea section of Manhattan. After dealing with the crowds for a while and looking at his art, me and my friend Jake and his GF heather are standing out side with some other friends, and one of us basically blurts out,

"ok guys, its almost 8 o'clock and I'm sober. This blows. Lets get trashed"

So we start the walk back to the subway and subsequently, their apartment. When we arrive I promptly fall to the floor and begin eating chicken wings, that I bought on the way, and drinking a 40 oz. of Balentine.

If You've never had Balentine, It comes in a green bottle and it tastes like shit. however for some reason, when there is no Olde English I find my self reaching for the green bottle.

So about an hour or so later we decide to head to brooklyn. We jump on the L train and walk over to our friends apartment. We arrive and begin listening to a mix he made when he was 13. It had blink-182, cake and other stuff, but we all begin screaming the lyrics to the blink-182. All you hipsters and dickheads thinking its cool to hate blink-182, curl up in a ball and die. They're awesome.

So here I havent drank in about 2 hours so I convince people to head upstairs where another friend of ours in having a moving out party. The 5 of us trek up stairs and go into an apartment on the 5th floor.

When we enter, there are about 30-45 kids dancing to techno (badly), drinking, smoking and dicking around. I instantly realize there is not one girl in there I would sleep with. Unless i was drunk. So i crack the seal on my 2nd 40. I break out my portable breathalyzer and i am at a .03. OK. good. I climb a ladder that goes up to a 2nd floor type loft, and sit at the top and watch the freaks dance to techno. Its at this point that i see a girl dressed in a red and white dress that is reminiscint of alice in wonderland. She is staring at a piece of paper on the floor, and breaking a glowstick and dropping the glow shit on the paper. She stops and begins to look around the floor for something. It is quite possibly the most entertaining thing in the world. she looks soo high that i wonder what she is on and where i can get some.

At this point I'd love to tell you what happened but im a bit fuzzy so I'll do my best.

There is a big time gap (maybe an hour) between that and me finishing my 2nd 40 breathalyzing myself, and seeing that im .05. WTF this breathalyzer is broken. it has to be. my friend jake taps me on the shoulder and says
"dude, you wanna go grab another 40 with me?'

So we head out. the corner store is abotu 100 feet away. How we manage to do what happens next, i will never know.

So we walk in and i grab an 24 of olde english and the white powdered donuts for some reason. He grabs a 40 of colt 45, we pay, we walk away. When we are about 10 feet from the store, we hear,

"Hey! Hey! Come here!"

I think. Awesome. Gonna get mugged. this is sweet, i begin to reach into my pocket for the brass knuckles that magically ended up there after leaving jakes apartment. Instead I reach into my bag and grab my donettes. If I'm getting mugged, I want to have a full stomach. It is at this point, as my hands are pulling the cellophane from those sweet confectionary treats, that i hear WHOOP WHOOP (thats the sound of the police) and see blue and red lights flash. The men that had been calling us were officers of the law, not muggers.

So we walk over to the car, and they immedietly single out jake.

"What you got there? I just saw you open that thing up and drink from it"

If you're reading this blog, you probably know the deal, ID, address, pour out his 40, etc. They write him a ticket, but worst of all, he loses his 40 oz.

Once again memory lapse.

NExt thing i remember im back in the apartment, and 24 oz is empty. At some point jake and his GF had told me they had left, so i now knew no one at this party. I sat in a corner and drank alone. At some point i distinctly remember standing up with no shirt on, and walking around screaming

"I NEED A LIGHTER AND A DRINK. I LOST MY LIGHTER AND DRANK MY DRINK"

Some find this hilarious. Some do not. Either way, i end up with a lit cigarette and a drink. Someone felt it neccesary to give me a 40. WTF? who does that? Thats the most charitable thing ever. I breathalyze myself and it reads .10 . I think it finaly may be working because i certainly feel grateful that i dont have a car here. I go back to my corner and drink more.

Memory lapse.

Nothing interesting in happening, take a take out a garbage bag for the apartment owner. And step out side. Breathalyzer? .15 . Ok sweet. i can deal with that. So im standing out side smoking a cigarette with no shirt on because it was hot as balls in that house, and this blond girl from parsons or pratt or some annoying ass fashion/arts school asks me about my piercings

'what do you think about girls with there lips pierced"

I want to be grotesque and say "labia piercings arent for me...im a clit hood kinda guy" but i am not drunk enough so instead i say

"i like piercings."

We are instantly friends. I am also sure that I hooked up with that girl, she'd have to constantly be sucking my dick because her voice and mind make me what to throw myself onto the FDR expressway.

She wants to take a cab back to manhatten. Me and 4 other people tell her shes retarded and we walk to the subway.

I remember buying a metro card. and then nothing until this morning. Didn't black out just don't remember it.

Total drinks: two 40 oz, one 24 oz
Drunkness: 7.5 out of 10
Food: Donettes. pizza. ramen.

New Years 2006-2007 and Mother Fucking Gary Overhill

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My backround.

My name is not Johnny Walker, I am however a 19 year old art student living in NYC. I grew up in a fairly affluent part of the US known for it's famous people, rediculous expensive cars, pot smoking and which is known as the 'underage drinking capitol of the world'. Coming from this area, we had nothing better to do but drink, drink, and drink. And trust me, we fucking did it. These kids had money out the ass, drove cars nicer than some peoples houses and had no idea what money was except that you could turn it in for alcohol. I drank heavily for the first time during my sophomore year of high school, so by my area standards I started late. The first time I drank heavily nothing exciting happens, I fell asleep in my bed, knew where i was the next morning and got hung over. No big deal. In this blog I will attempt to chronicle everytime and everything i drink from now on. I'll also try to throw some stories in for nostalgia from my past. No matter how boring or exciting, everything here is true.


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