Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Wait- adults actually drink this stuff?
When I was fifteen, sixteen years old my friends and I would occasionally ditch school. We'd hang out at a house where both parents worked and do what aimless kids who just didn't want to go to school that day did- played cards, watched tv, listened to music, and drank really cheap, nasty-tasting whiskey. That whiskey was Southern Comfort.
I don't remember much about those days, but I do remember the whiskey. We drank it because it was very inexpensive and one of my friends had an older brother willing to buy it for us. We sure didn't drink it because it tasted good, and I can honestly say I never acquired a taste for it. I've never cared for whiskey in general- I have about a quarter of a bottle in the freezer right now from a party in 2007. Always figured that if I found myself drinking it, something had gone terribly wrong in my life (not sure why I didn't drink it back in August of 2011, when a LOT went wrong all at once- maybe I forgot it was there.)
Anyway- somewhere out there is a photo of me sitting on a front porch with several of my friends, surrounded by empty bottles of Southern Comfort. Good times- but not because of that awful whiskey. In fact, I can't imagine why anyone with more than a few bucks would choose to spend it on that swill.