A group of friends and I bought several bottles of grain alcohol and mixed it with fruit punch from the Seven Eleven. When we were done with the grain we hit my parent’s liquor cabinet but we still needed more booze so Red and I got in my car and drove into town. I was so fucked up I didn’t see the need to stop at the four way traffic stop and was about to blow through when Red jammed his foot down on mine and we screeched to a stop. A semi flew through the intersection.

Red laughed. “Damn, you weren’t going to stop.”

I hit the gas. “Probably not.”

“Well don’t do that again. You almost got us killed.”

We both laughed and continued into the pizza shop where a twenty-one year old was going to buy us booze.