Brandy

When I was 12, I ran with older cohorts. We would pool our money and pay the town drunk to buy our booze, plus a premium for his. He always got his right. He never got our list right. Being low “man” on the totem, I was left with what was left.

Mine that cold night in the woods was a pint of peach Brandy. Drank the whole thing. Don’t remember much about that night. Except, it was in the woods and initially cold.