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Originally Posted by sportswidow05
I am trying to remember how old I was when this happened. But I do remember I was in high school, my parents went away for the weekend and I was left alone. ...
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Yep, me too. I was 16.
My buddy and I split a case of Great Western Gold Malt Liquor. It was really tasty! We got it from the only off-sale in town that we KNEW sold beer to minors, and then we drove back to my place and started drinking.
We played penny-ante poker, and I lost about 5 bucks in pennies (seriously, I had a big bag of pennies). I then told my brother's girlfriend that she was a whore, but "... a
NICE whore. Seriously." Then my brother punched me in the mouth.
Everything went black, and things got spotty. I woke up on the bathroom floor, stuck to it. My brother rolled me over on my stomach, so I wouldn't pull a Bon Scott. Like a Kipling poem, I believed that I had walked into manhood with pride, and it would take a few more years to prove otherwise. I apologized to those requiring one, I thanked my brother for saving my life, and I began a 15 year love affair with beer.