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My brother and I got shit faced drunk off some MD 20-20 we found while our family was camping at Blue Lake, near Suttle Lake and the town of Sisters, Oregon. I was around 13. Blue lake is privately owned now so I'm not sure now but back then you could not use a motor on your boat. We rowed out to the center of the lake, downed the bottle and found rowing back impossible. The boat was a rental and at dusk the marina owner came out to tow us back. I kind of remember him saying something like "ya boy's doing a little drinking this evening?" The next thing I remember was walking back to our tent and then waking up the next morning. I have no memory of what happened or going to bed. I asked my brother the next day what happened (parents) he said he had no idea. I know nothing was ever said.
After that I started drinking pretty regularly when given the chance. By 15 or 16 I drank and partied at least every weekend. A habit I maintained until I entered the Navy. After joining the Navy the drinking increased and the "other" partying ceased as urine tests were common. Drinking was for all purposes a cultural thing while in the Navy. Often the Navy paid for the booze and at least a couple times raffled off hookers.
After being discharged I came back to the states and had a 6mos old daughter waiting for me. So I cut way back. Maybe drink once or twice a month. After a while I found myself working so much I ended up going months, sometimes years, without a drink.
Now I drink here and there but usually just two or three at most, a buzz and I'm good. Lately I've found myself having one or two beers while floating in my pool staring at the stars right before going to bed. It's a nice relaxing way to end a day.
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I used to drink to drown my sorrows, but the damned things have learned how to swim- Frida Kahlo
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