When I was 12 I stole a bottle of mad dog 20/20 from publix in St.Petersburg
Florida . Rode my bike to the marina and guzzuled the warm grape liquid. I puked for hours and
prayed out loud to god to save me. I promised I'd never do it again if he just wouldn't let me die. Well I broke my promise many times
(sorry god) but I've never stolen mad dog again or drank anything so cheap in the hot Florida sun
