Some of them are downright nice dudes, until the beast within them is awakened by a rush of cheap beer or booze. I’ve been watching this type of metamorphosis for a decade now, and it still surprises me how easily a mild mannered guy can go from wallflower to brawler with just a couple shots of tequila. One minute they’re hanging out in a corner nursing a light beer, fidgeting with their cell phone, and sheepishly trying to talk to a couple of sorority pledges. The next thing you know, shot glasses are empty and they’ve morphed into something else entirely. If you look closely enough, you can even see them physically getting larger and their skin turning green. They start getting up in people’s faces, pushing their fingers into chests, talking louder and louder, and making moves against any guy foolish enough to stand within 5 feet of them. They wander aimlessly through the room in their drunken stupor, staggering into people and then screaming at them to watch where they’re going. Where they direct their rage makes no difference—if you’re in the room you’re a target.
Congratulations guys, your alcohol induced adolescence is the primary reason people have to wait until they’re 21 to buy a beer in this country.
