The Wrong Way to Drink Absinthe

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resist?</h2><p id="ef77">At one of these dances, a guy I knew from the smoking area asked me if I wanted to pitch in for a bottle of Absinthe. I threw in a buck and met the guys outside beside the Gym.</p><p id="c420">The proper way to drink Absinthe is to dilute it with water and add sugar. We were drinking it from the bottle straight. The other guys took small sips. I should have followed suit, but I was an idiot.</p><h2 id="00d6">The looks on their faces were priceless</h2><p id="0803">I took the bottle and raised it to my libs and guzzled it. “This isn’t so bad,” I thought as I lowered the bottle and tried to pass it along. I looked at the guys, they were staring at me with their mouths open.</p><p id="eecc">“Oh my God.” somebody said. “You’re gonna die.” I shrugged my shoulders and went back inside to the crappy music. I was feeling pretty good.</p><p id="ef5b">I walked up the bleachers and sat down, and leaned back. The ceiling was fascinating all the lights were walking across the ceiling and melting.</p><p id="da60">I don’t remember most of the night. The football coach was a chaperone. I remember him telling m

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e to go home. I couldn’t do that because my parents were still awake.</p><h2 id="612f">The Dance had its own Drunk Tank</h2><p id="0f0f">I sat outside for a while. When I went back inside, the gym coach grabbed me right away and locked me in an office with windows so everyone could walk by and gawk.</p><p id="5e48">I spent the rest of the night locked up, and I’m not sure how I got home. I woke up the next day with my first hangover. I remember talking to my dad. He had no idea what happened the night before.</p><h2 id="8b9c">I was in misery</h2><p id="1b30">Dad and home were going to the Navy Base to check out their Base Exchange and Commissary. I had just got out of bed, and I was standing in my drawers. My mouth and privates were numb.</p><p id="45f1">I managed to talk to my dad without peeing on myself too much.</p><p id="11fd">I was sick the whole day. The guys kept calling my house to see if I was okay. I survived the weekend. I never drank that much Absinthe ever again.</p><h2 id="98b5">Final thoughts:</h2><p id="53eb">Absinthe is now legal in the States, so if you drink it, drink responsibly.</p></article></body>

It was a fun place to be a teenager

It was a great experience being a teenager in Japan. I spent a lot of time in the smoking area instead of studying, and I also did my share of drinking.

The cool thing about being a foreign teenager. We could walk off base to a Japanese liquor store and buy booze without being carded. We took full advantage of that.

I was a shy, overweight, and pimple-faced teenager. I would go to dances at the high school gym alone. I would sit on the bleachers watching my classmates dance to crappy disco music.

How could I resist?

At one of these dances, a guy I knew from the smoking area asked me if I wanted to pitch in for a bottle of Absinthe. I threw in a buck and met the guys outside beside the Gym.

The proper way to drink Absinthe is to dilute it with water and add sugar. We were drinking it from the bottle straight. The other guys took small sips. I should have followed suit, but I was an idiot.

The looks on their faces were priceless

I took the bottle and raised it to my libs and guzzled it. “This isn’t so bad,” I thought as I lowered the bottle and tried to pass it along. I looked at the guys, they were staring at me with their mouths open.

“Oh my God.” somebody said. “You’re gonna die.” I shrugged my shoulders and went back inside to the crappy music. I was feeling pretty good.

I walked up the bleachers and sat down, and leaned back. The ceiling was fascinating all the lights were walking across the ceiling and melting.

I don’t remember most of the night. The football coach was a chaperone. I remember him telling me to go home. I couldn’t do that because my parents were still awake.

The Dance had its own Drunk Tank

I sat outside for a while. When I went back inside, the gym coach grabbed me right away and locked me in an office with windows so everyone could walk by and gawk.

I spent the rest of the night locked up, and I’m not sure how I got home. I woke up the next day with my first hangover. I remember talking to my dad. He had no idea what happened the night before.

I was in misery

Dad and home were going to the Navy Base to check out their Base Exchange and Commissary. I had just got out of bed, and I was standing in my drawers. My mouth and privates were numb.

I managed to talk to my dad without peeing on myself too much.

I was sick the whole day. The guys kept calling my house to see if I was okay. I survived the weekend. I never drank that much Absinthe ever again.