An Excerpt:

"Someone buy me a fucking drink." I say this much too loud. People are staring at me, some look on in disgust. I am completely oblivious to the fact that I spilled my last two beers and have long since been cut off. Brett grabs me and leads me to an open table.
"I'll get you a drink. Just sit here and calm down." He returns to the bar to order. I look suspiciously at the beverage he places in front of me moments later.
"Did you fucking just fucking bring me fucking water?"
"Nah man, its a gin and tonic. Drink up."
"Why is it in a fucking pint glass?"
"Keep it down. The bartender thinks its for me." I take a sip. Too fucking sweet.
"What the fuck is this?"
"Dude, its a gin and tonic. You're so fucked up that you can't tell. Just drink it and chill the fuck out."
I take a few more sips of the shittiest gin and tonic I've ever had then grab the case of beer I somehow managed to procure earlier and head to the door.
"Fuck this place. Lets all go to my house and do some real drinkin'." Again, I say this much too loud.



I would like to thank Brett for lying about the Sprite as well as sincerely apologize to the Bartender at the Clinton Street Pub.

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