Ahh I remember my nineteenth (drinking age here.) Me and some close friends (all older) in the local bar. They put $60 worth of drinks into me. "I'm not drunk. I'm not drunk!" Projectile vomit in the bathroom. The bouncers telling me happy birthday as they kicked me out. Telling the pretty girl who helped me home that I'd kiss her if I hadn't just puked on myself. Those were the days.
I'm 24, and I haven't touched a fucking drop. It probably wouldn't hurt me none considering my nerves and how much headache and heartache that I go through each and every fucking day of my life of not finding a job and being stuck in the house all the damn time. Enjoy one for me bud, because if I ever get into alcohol... I may not see tomorrow morning, and it ain't going to be the alcohol that's going to do it. =-|