I rarely drink, so turning 18 and 21 wasn't that big of a deal to me. i was already getting into nightclubs before I was 17. But 2 weekends ago, I got plastered at my bestfriends wedding. I had 9 Coors,3 shots of Jager, 6 coronas, in that order, throughout the evening. I forgot what happened after I took the shots, that's when everything started fading. I have brief snapshots of me sitting on the asphalt, hugging a parking pole. Buddy also told me I was walking slanted hahahaha and that I puked on some chicks truck. I was also feeling the aftermath ALL damn week.
special occassion and I paid the price.
special occassion and I paid the price.