I hated the taste of beer. I would sneak a beer from my dad from time to time in an honest effort to try and like it. I really had no interest in the golden drink. Too fucking malty for me. One day my brother threw a keg party and it was wild. There were girls all over the house drunk and half naked. I was just learning about all day erections and eager to get down with a female. In those days I was the reigning masturbation champion, so I was ready to party. I was 15. So the next morning I started hitting that keg. My father caught me and started to laugh. He came over and started drinking himself as he shooed me away. Over the next few months I became friends with a wild bunch of guys. It wasn't long before we all got together to throw a party. It was shaparoned by a friends mother who was a partier herself. She was way cool and very hospitable. That was the first time I felt a girls naked body and it was all my 15 year old mind could ask for. I could tell it wasn't her first time because she removed her clothes in no time flat and took advantage of me right away. In my mind, all was right with the world, but it was messier than I thought it would be. I can't blame the beer and wine for being in that position as I do believe that was the goal. I am glad I started that whole thing early. Guys with less experience, those who get started way later don't get the opportunity to run through all the wild ones that try to throw shit in your face because they start wanting shit; wanting you to go to places like the mall or something along those lines. They start wanting to go to cheese-ball movies and then you have to get along with all her judgmental friends. It really is a hoot. I think if I tried a beer tonight it would make me sick. I can't say I hate the taste of beer because I know I could learn to love it again if I wanted to kill myself. Because if I do ever drink again it will be just before I off myself and nobody will know a thing about it.

The Pretenders - My City Was Gone