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When Whiskey Becomes A Chaser
Whether it was the time grandpa let you have a sip of his beer, or you stole liquor from the cabinet, everyone remembers their first sip of alcohol.
It struck your taste buds as it sent the ecstasy of the gods directly to your brain, despite its piss-like taste. What a buzz! You thought.
And it’s only 4.5% ethanol! How can you go wrong with that, right?
We may treasure many pleasurable hours of a brief hiatus from life, reality, and ourselves. It was liberating to be free from it all. Each drink encouraged you to venture beyond 4.5% beers and fuck IPAs (only trying them because a snooty friend bought them for you). But alcohol is alcohol, right?
After that, it was straight to the good shit — liquor. At first, perhaps, you were sophisticated and drank it mixed with tonic or soda. Then it was straight to shots, and soon after, you’d hug some stranger and spill your heart to them as the liquor wore down your inhibitions. You tell them you love them and how unique they are, even though the next day you discard them like a bottle off the wall or rather a notch carved into the bedpost.
