The Way Home
It was a late night party. There was a great amount drinking and I was more then tempted to drink that night. However, I had to go home that night, and I was supposedly the designated driver, so alcohol had never moistered my lips. The same could not be said for my friends. I watch in disgust as they continue to make fools of themselves, and dance around the room, constantly knocking over the expensive objects my friend's parents had taken so much time to buy and pay for.\ If my friend thought that he was going to get away with this party, he would have to turn back time. It's funny. Most of my friends constantly brag about how tough they are, and how they can handle so much, but you take few beers, and suddenly all regard for what may be around them is destroyed. Maybe it was just thier nature. I don't know. I know it's hard to keep yourself under control, when surrounded by friends. Constantly under the pressure of trying to impress them. Unfortunately, alcoho