I went across the street from the Drive-thru to the Liquor store, and made my friend buy me 2 bottles of Southern Comfort. Did I save that money for school or for my credit card bill or my alltel payment? Fuck no.
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This left me 24 extra dollars in my pocket. The one I called said that he would buy my beer for me because I had helped him move into his new apartment earlier in the week. I call up one of my beer-buyers to take me to get beer at the drive-thru. The story begins on a normal Friday night. I am unable to explain why this relatively weak drink makes me behave like an asshole, but it does.
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For some, like my buddy Torch (remember only nicknames here), it's Jack Daniels. A drink that when your friends discover you have been drinking it, respond with something to the effect of "not again!" The One Drink is different for everybody. A drink that makes one experience every single emotion known to man, and usually within a matter of minutes. It has been my experience that everyone has what I call their "One Drink." The idea being that everyone has one drink that makes them go back to their instincts of just wanting to break shit. This night's events took place at The House and involved almost everyone that lives in the House with me and all of those who partied at our House that night.
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It was EASILY the story from the Friday before Fall Break. I did not have to think too hard to figure out which story would be the best to start with. I have decided that Friday was a pretty insignificant night and therefore not good enough to start off the storytelling that this blog will be founded on.