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It was a cold day in January of 09, one of my friends, Bob, and I were cruising around town listening to music. When another friend calls us, he says there is going to be a crazy party at a house by the nearby lakes. Of course we are ecstatic. We quickly start calling around trying to find alcohol (we were both seventeen.) We end up calling a close friend and asking if his older brother can get us beer (I'm not a liquor fan,) he says he wants to join us and we get a liter of jack d, I greatly regret this later.
Even though we didn't get beer I am still happy that I have something to do tonight instead of sitting at home or in a cold parking lot. We go home to get ready and meet up at the school parking lot at about nine...
This is what happened after that:
9:02: leave for the party. Stare at the bottle of Jack ... Kind of intimidated.
9:10: arrive at party. Greet everyone we know.
9:20: find some plastic cups and divide up the first three cups evenly.
9:30: finish our first cups and go talk to our friends.
9:45: starting to feel good. I am on my third cup of straight jack.
10:00: I go outside for a cig. Share a bowl with the stoners.
10:15: I have drank my share of the jack and am now stealing shots of the remaining half bottle.
10:20: I am very happy. I begin to think jack is the greatest substance on earth and loudly announce it to everyone.
10:40: I go outside for another cig. And lo and behold I meet the stoners again.. This is about where I lose my memory.
10:50: I throw up over the banister. I decide to lay down in the corner of the snow covered porch.
10:52: I pass out.
1:00: I wake up to our friend putting me on his shoulder and taking me to his car. I feel like shit and I cannot feel my ass or face.
1:03: I pass out again.
1:10: we arrive at Mcdonalds. I love my friend.
1:15 I notice that my jeans are covered in ice and frozen vomit. This is not a good sign.
1:35:My friend puts to bed.. I feel slightly better. Still confused about my jeans.
1:40: I pass out again.
When I woke up that morning I didn't remember a thing. According to Bob I had disappeared around ten thirty and noone could find me.. Apparently they looked for me for two hours! When they found me curled up in the corner on the side of the house I was purple from the cold and had vomit and snow piled up all around me. I was also frozen to the porch.
After laughing their drunk asses off for like ten minutes they decided I might be in trouble and picked me up (after unsticking me from the porch) and took me home.My kill count for the night was more than a third of a liter of jack, four beers, three or four jungle juices and three bowls.
Maybe I'm just inexperienced but I consider this to be the worst night of my life.
Looks like your Jack is another man's SoCo.