As the 30th anniversary approaches of my H.S. graduation, I recall one more ex-drink. I guess you could call it an ex-spirit. On my graduation night, for some long lost and completely unknown, stupid & illogical reason, I decided I would drink Scotch for the first time in my life to celebrate the event. I cannot remember the label, but I bought a bottle (a pint as I dimly recall) and headed to a keg party at an apartment complex clubhouse we had rented.
About 12-15 beers later plus the pint, I was pretty well finished for the night and the rest of the week for that matter. The entire sad and sordid event happened in less than 3 hours and nearly ended my life before midnight. To this day, I have no idea how I got home that night. One of the few things I do clearly remember was seeing a police cruiser turning the corner onto my street just after I pulled into my parents' driveway......extremely, extremely lucky me! My grandmother always said an angel drove my car that night.
Needless to say, I do not remember much but my parents sure do/did and reminded me of it for a long, long time. The porcelain altar that night received my full sacrafice of all the Scotch I put in my body and ever will. I've always heard that you develop a taste for Scotch over a period of time and patience. Well, I developed it and lost it - all in one night!!!