from a journal I found dated 1983. when i was 16 "Over the weekend, saturday to be exact, I went out drinking with Joe. We were heading toward Pat Hanlon's house to see if he could get us some hard liquor and met up with with Alex. To make a potentially long story short, the three of us went to Juan Gonzaleses house, something I call a ramshackle turquoise cubicle, and went to a liquor store on Hulen to buy some whiskey. We all drove like maniacs, but Alex, in his usual style, drove like more of a maniac than I did. We picked up something called Evan Williams, which is a bargain basement form of Jack Daniels, and got back out cruising. Since I paid for the whiskey, Joe and I got possession of it. During the course of the evening, Pat lost Alex and Juan. Joe and I started drinking the stuff straight. I got drunk and got caught when I went home. I had a severe pain in my stomach that lasted till Tuesday."