Stop in for a drink.

So when I turned 18 my friend took me bar hopping to celebrate my birthday. After the 8th bar (doing screwdrivers) we ended up at a redneck bar shooting pool. It was 1 of those nights I couldn't loose and after the 7th victory when everyone was lookin mean at these young punks my friend said throw the next game and lets get outta here. Wouldn't you know the other guy scratched on the 8 ball, and we left anyhow, in 1 piece. My best vodka story.