At 14 a buddy and I got drunk for the first time. He had saved the beer, wine cooler, whatever from his parent's parties and we had a 2 litter bottle of this nasty shit. We drank the whole thing and then went hunting in the woods with his bb gun. Ended up shooting at a water tower. We're at the end of a deadend road and this car pulls up. Guys leans on his door and shouts at us. I turn around and shoot his car. The bb pinged of his windshield and he backed up so fast he slammed into a tree and then turned around and was gone. Thankfully this was before cell phones or we would likely have been caught. We took off running through the woods. I was right behind my buddy and pulled the trigger again (by accident) and shot him right in the heel point blank. He goes down, I go down. We're cut up and bruised. He is bleeding like crazy. I give him my socks to soak up the blood. We get back to his house and his mom says hello as we walk through the kitchen. We get to his room and he takes the sock off. The wound is disgusting and I puke all over his floor and bed.

Good times.