>be this specific anon you're currently reading
>be 16
>at an annual Mexican pride festival
>go with hipster sister and her gutterpunk friends
>drink 4 beers nonchalant-like in a beverage cup+straw
>a little drunk, stumbling, more sociable than I have ever been
>sister's gutterpunk friend offers me a fine beverage called "Four Loko" which was caffeine+alcohol before FDA b& the drink for safety reasons
>drink 3/4 of the can
>wasted
>mariachi band playing on stage
>feel the need to dance
>you now know where this is going
>go out on stage and dance my little 16 y.o heart out
>everyone's cheering at my made-up moves
>either that, or they're cheering out of cringe and pity
>hop off stage
>notice police are sweeping the area checking if anyone's brought alcohol
>my (sister's) friends and I were pretty much the only ones who did as far as I speculated
>have to leave festival before police find us
>we hop on our bikes and begin to ride off
>except me, who was still a feather-weight and fell once I mounted my bicycle
>sister and her friends are over a block away
>finally get up a drunkenly ride my bicycle alongside my sister
>even on the sidewalk I'm dangerous to everyone
>swaying on a goddamn bicycle through civilians who were just trying to get to the festival
>we eventually get to a beach to rest
>sister orders chinese food
>sister goes to pick up chinese food
>sister's friend tells Post too long. Click here to view the full text.