Typhoon So, we were riding around 1 night, going to a football game actually. On the way there, somehow, we ran out of booze. We had this fella named Frank with us, who we really didn't want tagging along, but we were being nice, for once. All he did was yap,yap.yap, as he got drunker. Frank was passed the 'sloshed' stage, but asked if we had any more liquor. I told Bill to reach in the glove compartment(see how old this story is?) and gave him a wink. He knew that was the Everclear stash. Frank was handed the bottle, & took a hellaciously long pull on it.
In later years, Frank was known to be mentally messed up, most thought it was from the drugs. Today, I still wonder if it wasn't my fault.
(true story, btw)