For those who are parenting or have parented teens, we have all had those chats of how to join the social scene responsibly. Mine went in the lines of `never let the drink touch you, always be the one to touch it’. Well, last night my 18 year old nephew had an experience of being touched by the drink. What was a poet to do at 3.00a.m, woken up by an approaching taxi carrying the inevitable?
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