[b]The Drink to End All Drinks/b] [i]I walk into the bar, there are numerous bottles. Though one catches my eye. The amber liquid sloshes ever so slightly in the glass bottle, corked tightly. The bottle is named, in simple lettering on one side, "Holy Shit" I eye it, remembering fondly that drink. I walk up to the bartender and ask for a shot glass of "Holy Shit." Everyone goes quiet. No one had ever taken such an endeavor before. People could usually only handle one sip. The bartender reluctantly pours a shot glass of the golden drink. I wait, preparing myself, downing it in one go. [/i] Another. [i]I say, my voice still strong, the edges of my vision blurry. Another one is poured. I down it. People Cheer. [/i] Another. [i]I down that one as well. [/i] Give me a Twelve Ounce. [i]A collective gasp goes through the bar. The bartender looks at me like I'm crazy, grabbing a 12 Oz. glass mug, and puts the drink. I begin to drink, chugging it down. People begin cheering, everything is black, my hearing distorted. [/i] [b]ONE DAY LATER[/b] [i]I wake up in bed, sprawled across with a headache that felt like I'd been beaten with a baseball bat in the back alley. No recollection of last night, I start to make coffee to clear my mind. [/i]