The first time I got really drunk, at 15, I drank a handle of Bacardi with 3 other friends. Ended up in the back of a cop car, in a hospital, and eventually back at my mom's house, where we'd began this stupid experience. I remember the next day still being drunk and having the spins in my bed. My dad came to visit me. He wasn't angry, more worried about my health. That's a time when I was reminded he really cared about me. (I had always thought he was really uptight my whole life).
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Sometimes it takes a major event like that to get you to notice who really cares. Kids make mistakes. Parents need to help their kids learn from them.
Great story!
Had a similar experience with Tequila. Can't drink it to this day.
I can't either but for a different reason: I think I may be allergic to agave... My lungs can't handle it and I begin wheezing like crazy!