Originally Posted by Adolf
Ok, so it was only my second time getting drunk. I'm with two of my dudes and one of my dudes GFs in a car outside of a concert that they're about to play at. We in there with a handle of whiskey. I thought I was a champ, so I got the whiskey like 3 or 4 times and each time I chugged like 3 shots worth. I was feeling Goodman. About 10 mins later we start to go in, right? I step out the Honda on some Matrix %$*%. A *+%$% didn't know where he was walking. It's a 18+ event and I'm 16, but I get in anyways. I'm in there maxin' for like 30 mins. It's about 40 deep in there at around 12 at night. Eventually, I'm just %$*% faced. I call up 3 more homies (all sober) and we in there jammin'. I'm kinda wylin tho, so another under 18 dude in there tells me to relax. Maaannnnn, I was so gone I thought he was talking %$*%. I walk up on him like "I beg your pardon". He got scared and backed up, but then a dude like 30 walks up like "you need yo have a seat, man." I'm like "The %++! you just say to me? I'll bust your head, Fam." He got shook too. Eventually like 4 bouncers had to get me out. I pretty much got banned from the venue and had to wait in the car afterwards for like 3 hours. I kept opening the door to puke and all that, smh. I woke up the net morning next to a bag of my puke and everybody looking at me like (-.-)
group of friends had to carry me off since i didn't realize what was going on
The classic "I didn't remember a thing in the morning." Friend told me the story, my jaw dropped
