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When I was in my early twenties one of my favorite past times on Friday nights was drinking beer and listening to AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell” on high volume. I would sing the songs out loud and dance to them while I head banged and played the air guitar. It was beer after beer and I would start getting a buzz after my sixth can. I don’t remember if I drank the whole twelve-pack. Sometimes a friend would come over and join me doing the same thing. I thought this was a lot of fun and often we would go to a bar afterwards and continue drinking. No matter what, my Friday nights would end either in the bathroom puking my guts out or I would pass out in my bed. The next day, of course, I would have a horrible hangover to deal with. I couldn’t help myself. I sometimes wished I had been Bon Scott, one of my favorite heavy metal vocalists.
Copyright 2015 Jorge Luis Carbajosa
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