Drank #4

4. "Death Tastes Like Licorice, and Vice-Versa" Location: NYC. Date: Summer 2006

Nobody, and I mean nobody, likes the black jellybeans. It's always the last one in the jar and I can only assume that they are eventually either incinerated or shipped off to a 3rd world country to be used as a building material. So what assclown decided it would be a good idea to make a drink that tastes exactly like it? I'm talking about Sambuca, obviously, and it's probably my least favorite liquor.

The interesting thing about Sambuca is that you never buy it yourself and it allllways comes your way uberlate in the night. This happened to me in an especially bad way last summer. I was out with a bunch of people from work that I really didn't know at the time and we were out at some weird bar. I'm not really too drunk but my stomach had too much to drink, if you know what I'm saying. So I'm sitting there and all of a sudden a bucket-sized shot of Sambuca appears out of nowhere. I throw it back and then have to summon every ounce of chi and concentration I can muster to prevent from throwing up. This would've been devastating to my budding friendships and reputation. My life was almost wrecked by liquor(ish).