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The first time I got drunk I was about 11 or 12 and my friend Heather and I would climb up into her mom's cupboards and get out the cooking sherry and the manishevitz and drink it like little idiots. I recall going out onto her roof after that, and being warned not to get too close to the edge by Heather, who was convinced that since we were drunk we would probably fall off.
Then I was straight edge for most of high school, and all of college and I've never gotten the hang of drinking, although I'm not an ass about it.
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