I had my first alcoholic drink my sophomore year of college. It was the last night of spring break, and I was having a kahlua and cream. I fell in love with that sweet coffee taste with a bite at the end; I had four of them that night, each progressively stronger than the one before. I got buzzed for the first time in my life, and I went with my girlfriend back to her room, where we made love. My head was still humming as we fell asleep.

I had a drink in my hand at every party since.