Traditions can be good and bad things. Sometimes it can be a combination of both. In America it is custom to drink some beverages on your birthday. Along with the cake, you create a night of sugary drunken magic. Well this is kind of like that, sans the cake. Brent is the youngest out of our social circle. He...the last not to reach the last exit before death.
We ended up having 20 people in our group because most of our co-workers came aswell. Brent drank an obsene amount of shots which at any other time we be considered a breach of human rights. But it's your twenty-first birthday, it's at our mercy. Our hero made it home ok as he lay beneath the god for drinking way to much. The Greeks called him the Porcelain God. While we walked back State St we all remember when we had that day and we just shook our heads.
Fin.
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