Quote:I was able to buy liquor from The Village Saloon drive-through in Orange Park when I was 16. I got stinking drunk more than once, the worst time I woke the morning after in my girlfriend's front yard, drenched in dew. I didn't wake up on my own, her father woke me up with a kick to my rear end when he came upon me while retrieving the morning paper. As so ended the romance of a lifetime.

 

That girl told me later that I had woken her up by knocking on her window around 4 am, and she told me to go away. I have no recollection of how I got there, only that I was at a party a mile away, where I had left my car. I could have very easily ended up like the young man in the story that prompted this thread. Her dad was military, though, and likely had training that may have prevented him from shooting me, but who knows?