Necromunchkin
Lord of the Whisky
If I recall at all well, my first significant drinking experience was when I was approximately fourteen. Two friends and myself wandered into the wood behind where they lived, we got a small fire going, and proceeded to consume, as best we could, a thermos full of something called Coyote Tequila, which thankfully, is no longer made (it was a bad idea: spiced rum works, as it uses sweet flavors, this shit tasted like tequila mixed with oregeno). I believe there were also three or four Miller Genuine Draft bottles. But those were the days, when getting a 12 pack of Keystone Light was pretty much the standard, so MGD was a step up. Drinking seemed a lot more fun back in those days.
