Blaze & Daze

That reminds me of the time I got really histrionic in high school and decided to end it all by drinking a Coca Cola tumbler of Vodka. (I can't even remember what I was upset about but it was serious)

My mother trying to wake me the next day thought I was sick. My first real whopper of hang over. So she was all solicitous and kindly dumped what was left of my "Texas Mickey" out and washed the tumbler :D

Many years later I confessed. She was cool though I was allowed to drink so... But she did say I was smart not to tell her cause she would have made me go to school if she'd known and so began my journey of showing up at work with hangovers :D thanks mom
did parents or that area make you drink more booze when you got caught like they did with cigarettes?
 
did parents or that area make you drink more booze when you got caught like they did with cigarettes?
I don't know. My parents never gave much of a shit and I was often tasked with mixing the evening drinks of which I was generously told I could make ONE for myself. If I wanted cigs I could have smoked all I wanted. They didn't mind.

Hell my mom held a kilo for me one time when I was moving.

Edited to add:
HOLY shit I never weighed it after I took it back. I wonder if she smoked too. She was a bit active in the bootlegging days, long story.
 
I don't know. My parents never gave much of a shit and I was often tasked with mixing the evening drinks of which I was generously told I could make ONE for myself. If I wanted cigs I could have smoked all I wanted. They didn't mind.

Hell my mom held a kilo for me one time when I was moving.

Edited to add:
HOLY shit I never weighed it after I took it back. I wonder if she smoked too. She was a bit active in the bootlegging days, long story.
My dad found a bulging baggie of Columbian gold in my jacket pocket and took it to the cops. :shock: I don't know what the hell he thought they'd do with it and he would have been screwed if he got stopped.
 
I don't know. My parents never gave much of a shit and I was often tasked with mixing the evening drinks of which I was generously told I could make ONE for myself. If I wanted cigs I could have smoked all I wanted. They didn't mind.

Hell my mom held a kilo for me one time when I was moving.

Edited to add:
HOLY shit I never weighed it after I took it back. I wonder if she smoked too. She was a bit active in the bootlegging days, long story.
Storage fees!
 
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