“Paul, I’m going to grab some alcohol, and when I come back, you will drink.” It was sophomore year, and I had just solidified a new friend group. It was Friday night, our football team had just played, and we decided to hang out after at our friend’s house. We spent the night playing pool, eating chips and salsa, and watching Netflix. I was having a blast, but some in our group still thought there could be more “fun” involved. Insert quote here. Right then and there, the atmosphere shifted to one one that no longer appealed to me. Alcohol has never been my idea of fun, and I was not going to change my ideals that night. Knowing I would embarrass myself, I called my parents and asked them to pick me up. Situation averted? Not exactly. Although
