“””I can’t drink… Uh, I’m a designated driver…”””

“This article could very well be another one of those boring, I-already-know-all-of-this, type of hype. Or it could be something informative and interesting that would at least give you something to think about. You decide! Anyway, because we’re on the subject of health, I wanted to write about something that has crossed my life here and there. It’s alcohol.
You see, alcohol grabs onto your life and throws it away. My dad told me about what happened to his alcoholic parents. He’d come home from school to his non-working parents who were drunk, laid out on the couch. They were too drunk to even pay attention to his needs. He told me all of this so I would not end up being a bad parent like his parents were.
Right now, I am a party animal, and I have gone to adultless parties where of course there was some sort of alcohol being served, rum, vodka, or just plain beer. The parties usually get out of hand with binge drinking, fights breaking out, girls getting so drunk they’d end up in bed with someone they didn’t even know. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This was America’s future? And I was a part of it.
I knew I could easily get hooked on these tempting drinks which were being passed around, because of the alcoholic gene that was passed down to me from my grandparents.
Because of this I had to refrain from drinking. I also knew I was at a party, and there would be the usual peer-pressure. “Come on man, why are you at a party if you’re not going to drink?” Such remarks would be thrown at me from time to time and I would simply reply, “Well, because I’m the designated driver.” I was barely 14 by the way. There were times I had to hold a can of beer just to show I was drinking so I wouldn’t be a “pussy.” To be honest this technique worked. I would go without a sip throughout the whole night and I would be the only sober one who made it until the end.
Right about now I bet you’re saying, “No way, he had to have a at least a couple drinks at some parties!” but I assure you I didn’t. It would occur to me sometimes to do it, I mean don’t get me wrong, I have had beer before, but at a party? No. The reasons? Well I have three. Two have stuck with me for a long time and one is a recent reason.

Three reasons to stay sober
1) I have run into old buddies who now made alcohol a big part of their lives. They were once college bound, but now they have dropped out of school and just stay home and do drugs and drink. I couldn’t believe these were people I knew! This scared me.
2) I would be repeating my grandparents’ abusive behavior, and giving my children a drunk for a father. Never would I let this happen.
3) This reason might make you go “What?!” It’s because of Leaving Las Vegas. Yes, a movie has motivated me to fear alcohol even more. It showed a good man, with a nice job and a nice life who let alcohol in. Pretty soon he loses his job and leaves to pursue a career as a drunk in Las Vegas. Then he meets a prostitute who hates her job and takes a liking to him. All throughout the movie he was drunk, and decaying his pitiful life away. There was not a minute he didn’t have a drink in his hand. I wanted to puke!
There was one scene that occurred during the middle of the night. He was sleeping when it suddenly dawned on him that he hadn’t a drink in about two hours. He staggers over to the fridge, pulls out some O.J. and vodka and makes a screwdriver. Gross!
This really happens in everyday life kids, no joke, no Hollywood description, nada. It happens everyday to kids and adults. Leaving Las Vegas was a very good movie and I suggest you see it so you can see what I’m getting at.
I hope this article has done something for you and at least made you think twice about what YOU would do in a situation like the ones I encoutered.

Girls say yes to guys who say no
By the way guys, chicks don’t dig drinkers. Mom, please don’t read this, but one night I was at the mall with my drunk friend. I’m not gay or anything, but girls always think he’s cute. We just came out of a movie when we saw three beautiful girls wearing little crop tops and Dazze Dukes. Slapping one of the girl’s butts, and belching in her face, my friend asked for her phone number. She was like, “You’re kidding. First of all, you smell. Second, drinking reduces the size of your …” It was a bad moment. That’s what you get if you drink.”

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