It occurs to me that I should add more to the story. Our parents were right, if misapplied in the amount and kind of explaining they did (they were into "immoral").so drink at home, kid, but unless your parents are here and the laws apply here, you're out of luck.
i call you kid, because c'mon why is alcohol so important to you that you feel the need to drink imaginary booze? how immature do you have to be to think that drinking is kool? it's not kool... personally it's something i can take or leave. i do drink... as is my legal right to do. but i've long since grown out of the drinking to get drunk stage of my life. now i drink beer. good beer. tasty microbrews... yummy. if i happen to get drunk, well. s*** happens.
your persistance in this matter causes me to lable you a child.
i'm drunk right now.
I remember once when my cousin and I were about eight or ten, very small town America, early fifties, we were playing/being cowboys, and we set up a "saloon" in a corner of a shed, with all the empty and full bottles we could dig up (any kind of bottles). When one of our parents discovered it, they were horrified, that we were "pretending to drink"-- but for us, I'm not even sure that we had much idea of the effects of alcohol or why we shouldn't drink or get drunk. A saloon was simply part of the stage setting of probably every western movie we'd ever seen, and in those days, most movies (at least most that kids were interested in seeing) were westerns.
A few years later, after a stint in the Army, at the age of 22, that cousin died piling his pickup into a tree at high speed, driving blind drunk, leaving a widow and two toddler orphans.
