The Proper Way to Drink & Drive
Excerpt From: How to Create a Functional Alcoholic
I was sitting in the passenger seat of my dad’s 1983 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am when I had my first sip of beer. The car was black with gold trim and had a t-top (kinda like this). It also had a gold firebird emblazoned on the hood, but I’m not sure I didn’t just invent that part. The year was 1984. I was six.
It was the grossest thing I had ever tasted, …