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Saturday night I was on my way over to a girls house and I got a bright idea to buy a bottle of Patron. It was a small bottle, no big deal, right? We finished the bottle among 4 people and my friend passed out, so I decided to head over to one of my buddies houses. He was like, lets hit up a bar or something, so I went along for the ride.
We get to the bar and they have a special, $10 pitchers of Makers Mark and coke. I watched the girl pour 6 shots of Makers into the pitcher and finish it up with the coke… I drink it, and get my second. This is where things start getting kind of fuzzy. I remember going to my an after hours bar.. I don’t remember much of that place.. but from what my buddy says we got back to his place at around 4:30 AM.
I wake up in my own bed, across town at 3:00 Sunday morning… buck naked with my socks on… how the f’ did I get here was the first thought that crossed my mind. My buddy claims I told him I was going out side to puke, got right in my car and drove home. I don’t remember the drive at all, how did I get home? Which way did I go? I don’t remember any of it.
I’m personally scared shitless. I could have killed someone, myself included. I could have been pulled over and ended up in jail. What was going through my head that decided it was a good idea to drive??? I don’t remember.
The moral of this story is that apparently I can not handle my liquor. I haven’t had a drink since and I’m not planning on a repeat. Some people cant handle drinking, and I’m one of them.
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I ain't often right but I've never been wrong
It seldom turns out the way it does in the song
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right
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