Last Call
My first alcoholic drink was a Coor’s Light at a rather young age. My grandpa would let sip off his can, but only a little taste. I liked the bubbles on my tongue and the dry taste.
For the longest time, I looked down on those who drank, thinking it a waste of time and money. It wasn’t until the end of my college years that I tried more and ended up enjoying the flavors.
It was new years and one of my best friends was in town. He invited me over to celebrate with his family. One part to spend time with me and one part to keep his anger in check. Turns out he didn’t get along with his grandfather and didn’t want to ruin the evening.
His aunt whipped up some mudslides. I was quite unsure of it, not knowing what I was drinking. But I enjoyed it, but could only manage to drink one.
A little later down the road, another friend introduced me to a beer called Blue Moon. And after graduation, one of my girlfriends took me for a couple of drinks, introducing me to a rather obscene named drink called the Star Fucker.
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