If you walked in during the winter, the blast from the propane
heater made you sick for a minute. By the second minute you had alcohol in your
hand and were looking for a place to sit. It was party central and there was
someone for everyone: grads, undergrads, philosophy majors, bio majors,
engineers, country boys, sorority girls, locals, and depending on the weekend,
even moms. All of em’ drunk, drinking, or both, dancing in the living room,
while the line for the keg strangled the kitchen. Alcohol was the start and
alcohol was the end: it livened you up and passed you out, it got you out and did
you in. Alcohol was essential.
A little light stuff, a little substance. A little of this, a little of that. Don't over think it. I know you won't.
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