Cuts and Broken Noses

I can remember just like it was yesterday, when those first few shots went down so smoothly. The next morning I would wake up in my bed covered in vomit, not knowing how I had gotten there and what had happened the night before. But I soon became accustomed to the hungover feeling. On Monday mornings at school, my classmates would surrounded me, saying, “You were so much fun! We can’t believe you could drink that much.” I didn’t think anything of the fact that I couldn’t recall any of the events after six shots. I just knew how cool it felt, and I loved that.