Something about the ambience that the combination of sweat, cherry chap stick, cigarettes, and cheap beer that sets the mood just right. Couples who have been married for ten years don’t have the kind of passion created in a single slice of intoxicated underage promiscuity. Now I'm not a believer in blaming alcohol, especially the type that is cheaper than water, for the mistakes one makes under the influence and just over the sheets. Rather I praise this divine liquor for setting aside our inhibition and settling the nerves to allow for such a poetic couple of hours to pass by thereby changing the way a boy thinks about sexuality from then on. These spirits… funny word, spirits. Does more than just a mediocre job of describing what we suck down with a sugary chaser closely behind.