There was this girl I met once at a camp outside of San Francisco. She claimed to be selling liquor she had been collecting from abandoned houses during her travels. The price was a little steep, so I always ignored her when she came around selling. One night, a friend at the camp shared with me. I tried it, and wasn't booze. Not even close. Apple juice gone a little bad maybe, but nothing that would get you drunk. I saw people who claimed to feel the effects, though.
Oh, the lies we tell ourselves.
Oh, the lies we tell ourselves.