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I learned that too, except with Strohs. Tasted like soap AND skunk.
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I liked Strohs. When I was trying to con the person behind the counter that I was old enough to buy beer that was the brand I was buying. LOL! I made a fake temporary license using a copy machine and a red ink Smith and Corona typewriter. It passed the state liquor store in the next town and then I got friendly with the staff and could get anything I wanted after that. I was buying booze and doubling the price and re-selling it to my friends. I could have gotten in big trouble for that but never got caught.
Bacardi 151 is what they wanted. There were some girls at my high school that could make some mean jungle juice. Then I had competition. A kid I knew dad owned a resort and he started stealing cases of liquor. He lifted a whole case of Tanqueray gin. He hated his dad who was also a thief. We were just dumb kids and nobody liked the gin. We understood rum. You mixed it with coke. We tried mixing the gin with coke. Nasty!
That was my experience of feeling the rush of a life of crime. On one hand its exhilarating and fun getting away with it and on the other hand you have the constant fear of getting caught. I stopped my little bootlegging business because eventually you will get caught. Someone you know is going to walk in the store or someone is going to drive drunk and get in an accident and there will be an investigation. So I cooled it off and just used it for myself.Last edited by Nitro Express; 02-21-2013, 04:06 PM.No! You can't have the keys to the wine cellar!Comment
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You can see why the American indians made the old dude the chief. He had lived through enough fuck ups and survived them all to know what not to do. LOL! They were real leaders because they had real experience. You usually don't learn what to do in life, you learn what not to do. LOL!
I'm a pretty mellow father. My wife will freak before I do. I just look at it as nobody blew anything up, nobody shot an arrow through the neighbors car, nobody chopped a tree down or bought and sold booze illegally. They are getting good grades and I like the boyfriend. They crashed the car but shit happens. They don't drink or do drugs. I can't complain.
So don't drink the piss and you will be ok.Last edited by Nitro Express; 02-21-2013, 04:16 PM.No! You can't have the keys to the wine cellar!Comment
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My buddies and I also went through a gin phase in high school. I still don't drink it to this day - although I could drink Strohs (just not 6-month old Strohs that's been left under a bush in July).
What was the topic again?My karma just ran over your dogma.Comment
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Books that tell it all. Strohs became really popular in the 80's. If I remember right the stuff was brewed in Detroit. I don't think the micro brew thing had hit yet and we were still in the wine cooler phase. LOL! Those California Cooler things came out and that snowballed into a whole tooty fruity mess. Good stuff to get your date drunk with though. I morphed into a straight shot guy. I drank my booze neat and got a taste for the real expensive stuff. Most girls didn't want a single malt scotch or a fine aged rum, they wanted something candied up.Last edited by Nitro Express; 02-21-2013, 04:28 PM.No! You can't have the keys to the wine cellar!Comment
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Usually in high school you drink whatever booze you can beg, borrow, or steal. You can't be choosy. Since I had the fake ID and contacts at the liquor store I could buy whatever I wanted. Everyone wanted high proof rum but I would usually bring a bottle of Wild Turkey 101 for myself. That was my staple and nobody in high school drank that but me. Wild Turkey 101 is still awesome.
They sold import beer at the liquor store and there wasn't so much of it in the grocery stores in those days. I always got a kick out of the old Foster's Lager 24 ounce cans. They were tin and not aluminum and HUGE looking. I always loved to bring a couple of those to parties. Everyone was holding a little 12 ounce can and I had this oil drum sized thing. LOL!Last edited by Nitro Express; 02-21-2013, 04:34 PM.No! You can't have the keys to the wine cellar!Comment
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Yep - drinking in the late 80's got very fruity and sweet, kind of like Van Haggar. Lots of Purple Passion, Bartles & James, Blue Maui, etc. Even beer mellowed out with Bud Dry and the like. I know that topic is around here somewhere. I'll find it again...My karma just ran over your dogma.Comment
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The topic is what book are you reading now? I'm finally reading The Dirt. I just got done reading Ace Frehley's autobiography and I highly recommend that one.No! You can't have the keys to the wine cellar!Comment
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My karma just ran over your dogma.Comment
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Nobody could drink me under the table. I could hold my alcohol very well. The thing is I drank a ton in my teens and 20's and I mean a ton! I think Eddie Van Halen was right when he said it's like you have one big drink and as soon as that is gone you are done. I was a heavy drinker but never an alcoholic. The difference is an alcoholic NEEDS the drink and I never did, I just liked to party. I was very much the work hard and party hard type. Now I'm a big health nut. I got away with so much shit in my younger years. I broke so many rules and got away with it. I rarely drink at all now and just enjoy getting out in the outdoors and hearing the birds sing the water tumble. I'm amazed how good my hearing still is because I abused that too. Maybe that thing about not stacking your cabs is true?
I still have to have a big drum of Fosters every now and then. I don't like the new aluminum cans. Bring back the oil drum! In the college days I had an old pimp Coup de Ville Cadillac and we would wear these cheesy hawaiian shirts and drink Foster's (oil drums) and Mickey's Big Mouth (hand grenades) and cruise the boat around. One day I had Stevie Ray Vaughn's Couldn't Stand the Weather just blazing out of the boat. I had one of my friends who was black riding shotgun. We stopped for an old lady to cross the street and we just terrified the poor lady. I think it was this big black guy in a Cadillac and that music blasting. It was always fun to scare people and it was easy to do in those days. We probably looked like cheesy pimps on the way to the bowling alley but that was the effect we were after. Oil drums and hand grenades!Last edited by Nitro Express; 02-21-2013, 04:54 PM.No! You can't have the keys to the wine cellar!Comment
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The heart is on the left. The blood is red.Comment
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How do you spell pretentious? S-A-M-M-Y H-A-G-A-RComment
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I am so tired of reading books about rockstars. They all seem the same, except for Dave.
Yeah, they had parents who were jerks, they were jerks themselves as young, they are jerks as old. Drugs, alcohol, sex, destructive, blah, blah... You read one you read them all.The heart is on the left. The blood is red.Comment
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I ran into Vince Neil and his wife in West Yellowstone Montana of all places. I was fly fishing the Madison river and went to buy some flies at Bud Lilly's Fly Shop and when I came out there was Vince Neil and his wife waiting to cross the street. I said,"Hey it's Mr. Vince Neil!" He seemed like a cool dude. They were having a family vacation checking Yellowstone National Park out.
I remember seeing Motley Crue in 1983 and man, if you said I would run into anyone in that band near Yellowstone Park in the future I would have laughed. They were pretty intense to say the least.No! You can't have the keys to the wine cellar!Comment
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