My friends and I used to throw little parties together before we were all of legal drinking age. And when I mean little parties, I mean 10 bestfriends just getting hammered together and singing and throwing back shots when there was nothing to do on a friday night. We didn't care about what time we started, and we didnt care what time it ended. All we did was crack jokes and cry laughing.

I don't know how it started, but we all started buying fifths for ourselves to tape to our hands. Its became a kind of game where we'd see who can keep their shit together the longest. It was really fun when we'd all start dying off, one by one, but I never seemed to die. Well, I'll admit, I'd throw the entire bottle up but smart me kept a flask to stave off death the next day. As everybody suffered from blackout comas, I seemed shitfaced and happy the next morning. I'm starting to guess that was my entrance into CA territory. Either that or pissing my bed like 7 times, I dont know.