Back in high school when I was 17 or 18. I was just introduced to Sambuka a few months earlier. So on the night of a school dance, went to my friends house and drank close to half a 26'er on my own before we left. We never did make the dance but wound up the party after. Apparently when I had my shot on fire, I stumbled and the lit liquid spilled on my hand and my hand was on fire. Passed out in the bathroom. Hours later we left to go back to my friends house where I sat for another few hours with a garbage bag and a case of the "dry's". Had to work the next day at 10:00AM, walked into work, went up to the Manager and said "Don't F*&# with me toady, I will get everything done and do everything asked of me, just don't start asking me to do a million things all at once" Funny, he never did ask me one question or make one request that whole day. And it's always great going back to school 2 days later and having people make fun of you that you didn't even remember seeing :lolsign:
To this day, I can't drink Sambuka and get sick even smelling black licorice.

