My best friend and I talk about the drinking we did, and the stupid things we did while drinking as teenagers, and wonder how we never got arrested. It was the 1970s, so weed was mixed in there, too. But, being in the small, blue collar town of Port Arthur, Texas in the 1970s, being arrested would have led to a call to our parents. Today, it leads to thousands of dollars in legal fees and some jail time.
As an adult, with a good career in progress, a 20-year mortgage to pay, and other responsibilities, I moderated my drinking. So did my closest friends. At my 40-year reunion, I couldn't believe he/she is dead.
And, I couldn't believe other Hes/shes were alive.
Now, it doesn't matter. Genetics caught up to me, and I had to give up drinking. Go figure.
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