I Never Had It So Good

I was the youngest of five children. My brother was the oldest, fifteen years older than I. When I was eight, he came home from Princeton with his entourage for a house party. Mother was out of town visiting friends. The college gang set up their tapper in the kitchen. I was told that you had to acquire a taste for beer. I took one sip and acquired a taste for it. A friend of mine, a fellow three years older than I, sneaked cups of beer until we were both drunk. I can still remember the hangover, which lasted almost two days.