95 Proof
When I was in my junior year in high school, my girlfriends and I went on a drinking escapade. I never really drank before that day; all except for maybe sips of champagne on New Year’s Eve, with the family, in front of the television watching the New Year’s Eve extravaganza. On that day, we rocked our cups of Cisco. It was potent and it was fun. I became an alcohol lover ever since. Little did I know that I’d become somewhat of an alcoholic. 40 Oz and a Trophy I never knew that I could down an entire 40 oz of Old English beer until I tried it for the first time. I never knew I would like beer until I guzzled down a 40. But I did it; all in one gulp. I liked it. I thought it was cool. I would guzzle down 40s like I had to, and it didn’t grow tired; even after moments of blackout, I still went for a bottle of OE. I eventually phased out of it and started going for harder alcohol. The top of my dresser looked like a trophy case of empty alcohol bottles. They were all differ