Intro McKeon, Connor

At the young and impressionable age of 17 I wanted to get drunk, I had never bought booze just skimmed my parents bottles. I had my money but no one to buy it, so I hit up my friend Matt and asked if he knew anyone who was 21. Like anyone who lives in nowhere Maine he had the connection, and we drove 30 minutes to meet up with them. We arrive and the 21 year old gets in the car, I give her $30 and ask for vodka (God I was stupid then, rum is so much better) and we go to the store. A few minutes later she comes out with a half gallon and we drive back to her house, she leaves me with the bottle and $2. I leave happy with what must be some nice vodka and few extra dollars. We get a few miles down the road and decide to take a look at our catch, and it is the finest, most elegant, curvy plastic bottle of Orloff I had ever seen. It smelled and tasted like rubbing alcohol and took 6 moths to finish, but I always had a bottle of vodka under back seat of my car for senior year so that was nice.