My senior year was coming to an end, so obviously there was a lot of partying going on, and I was scheduled to leave for Army Basic Training in two weeks. I was proud of myself– I had a great score on my ASVAB and was going into an Intel field. My actual job was called Electronic Warfare Signals Intelligence, sounds pretty legit, right? On the last official day of school we decide to go to the quarry, where we spent most hot days, after school for drinking and swimming. I picked up a friend of mine then we each got a thirty pack. We then headed out to the quarry. I started drinking at 3:30 (school got out at 3:15). We got to the quarry. There was already five or six of my friends there; they were all swimming and drinking. I drank a couple beers, and went for a swim. Then a drank a few more beers, but just drinking for drinking always kind of bored me. I wanted a challenge or a game. I was a pretty quick swimmer, and I challenged anyone to beat my time across the quarry which was a minute seven. The deal was if I was beat I would chug three beers in rapid succession. A friend of mine, Justin felt up to the challenge and went for it. He was a pretty fit guy, but I didn’t think he stood a chance. He started at the diving board, which was actually just a six or seven foot cliff, and dove in. About three-quarters across he was at around forty seconds, but the last quarter is the worst because that’s when you start to get tired. At this point I still didn’t think he’d win, but I knew it’d be close. He finished with a minute five. I was probably only six or so beers in. So then I chugged my three more, and by this time I was starting to feel a decent buzz coming on.

       We hung out there and drank more. By about 5:30 we left to get more beer for the senior party. So I bought another thirty (I was giving some out at the quarry). Then we headed out to a friend-of-mine’s house to wait for him to get off work. My friend, Austin, said he’d be about a half an hour, so me and my two friends decided we’d drink with his dad for a bit. During the forty or so minutes it took him to get there we had all drank quite a few more beers. I was starting to get drunk. Actually Austin’s dad mentioned how he was friends with my uncle in high school. For some reason I thought it was a good idea to call him and tell him I was drinking with an old friend of his. I just looked stupid, but it happens a lot more with a lot more severity through out the story. Eventually my friend showed up and then it starts to get a little hazy. The next part is a mixture of drunken memory and what I’ve been told.