Iced beer with a polar bear on it
@15 years old.
just moved back in with my mom and dad, we was poor, that’ll help make this story a lil more clear.... there was a bathroom in the master bedroom (his room) and my bedroom bordered his bathroom wall. So my dad never really drank at this point in his life but always had a case of beer in storage, piss warm.
there was a hole in my bedroom wall that was patched up with that thin paneling you see in trailers.... I pulled that off carefully and reached my arm in and stole the beers he kept in storage in that master bedroom bathroom. I had 4 of them and then walked down the dirt road I lived on and went to my favorite 3 pronged tree (ninja turtle hand tree) to a spot where a small creek ran through where I would catch some big ass crayfish .... anyways I shotgunned all 4 beers back to back.... I was dizzy as a mo fo and ended up hackin up straight beer foam. I don’t remember being hung over but I remember feeling sick that evening.
second time was with a 6 pack of zimas in the back of a old crown Vic on the way to the mall... we used to get drunk and walk Around the mall scoping for hot ass ... that shit was the highlight of our lives back then.
sometimes I miss the mischievous fun.
Them Irish brothers got me in a fuck ton of trouble when I was a kid but it was a lotta fun.
since then I’ve drank way too much booze, had way too many blackout drunk nights, suffered way too many hangovers, made a fool of myself way too much, got my ass kicked way too much, banged way too many fatties, bought way too many morning after pills
some people never learn lol