hey folks....
well, i'e just passed for a bad one now....and i want to share this story...
well,me and my friends(yeah, we're a bunch of kids, 18,19 and 20rs old and here 18 years old means ''freedom'') allways out to drink at saturday nights and holydays...well, but today it happens a damn bad tripp for me...
I arrived with a neighbor at 4pm , we've chat with people, drinked a little bit, but i gone to house at 10pm,but my neighbor stood there drinking and drinking more and more,i've asked my other friends to put him in a bus to our neighbourhood,but he was so altered because of drinking that he struggled with everyone and was missed.
the result was call at 2am asking for help , he was without his bag, shoes, socks and without the shirt near a shopping here, totally lost with blank mind.
so, i said i could help him, but i stealed my mother's car to bring him back.
now i'm back to home my mother wants to eat me alive , and she also want's cut my balls off.
drinking is good, IMO, since you don't pass the limits , because if you do you can turn in to pain in the ass to the others and can get screwd with your parents ,if you still living with them.
so, what's the moral? don't pass the limits,because you can't only screw yourself but who helps you.
sorry for my english if i wasn't clear enought...