Tyler Gross
My older brother Michael learned everything before me. All I had to do was follow in the tread of his footsteps. When Michael came back from his first quarter of college with a taste for PBR and a hankering to play King’s Cup, I learned about drinking and drinking games.
I thought I was hot shit, getting truly drunk for the first time at 16. I drank like it was the end of the world at my high school’s spring fling and threw up all over my friend Jenna’s granite countertops. Similarly, when I went up to visit Michael at school during his sophomore year of college, I used my familiarity with being drunk as a crutch when I was dragged along to a holiday party full of intimidating 20-year-olds.
