I'm guessing I was about 19. Right coast those days. (big ups lou..ssj) Was working in a Mexican restaurant and had been invited to a party at the manger's home, for some reason I can't remember. First time drinking tequila and just about the last. Haven't been able to since. I've tried.

This Mexican wanted to get his little gringo friend (me) annihilated. Consumed a ton of the shit. Ate the worm. Passed out. Woke up hours later to my head spinning and my car missing from the lot. My boss ends up returning it, after who knows what, with some rear end damage, and I'm hungover for three days. Hadn't known they made hangovers that long.


Moral: Never trust a Mexican.