Stranger Than A Silverfish

Stranger Than Fiction

The Apple Jack Chapter

They think i'm asleep, good. I continue lurking on what stranger things these people in our living room are doing. What's with all the little glasses? They fill them with water(?) all the time, then klink them together and whoop shwoop into their mouth. I need to know what all this is about...

Finally they get up and leave the room, my time to act. I move from under my cover and approach the small table. Lots of stuff on it, chips, bread, cheese, sausages and these little glasses they used earlier. Good, some of them are not empty yet. How did they do it? Ah, never mind i just finish what's in it...

The first was like "hmmm-kinda-smells-like-apple" good, burned a bit but hey, i can take that. I liked it good enough that i continued to empty all the leftovers. Then i heard my parents saying good-bye to friends at the door. Quick, quick there is another glass on the other side of the saloon-table.

"DAAAAANNN, what are you doing, oh my god, nooooooo....!" my mom screamed in panic, running towards me to keep me from drinking the last little glass. Nope, i was quicker and finished what was left in the eight shot glasses of some fine applejack. Mom and Dad started shouting at each other while i started to feel kind of dizzy. I guess i just learned that applejack is not for three and a half year old buggers like me.

It was one of that nights i sleeped "save & sound" without the need to wake up and cry me a river like usual. Not sure my parents did sleep well though?!

So, i've been drunken for the first time with only three years old, to me at least, this is the reason i never really liked alcohol since. Until today i prefer water, coffee or tea. Don't get me wrong, i like to drink a glass of wine with dinner or going for a good night out with friends and have some Guinness. But that is just occasionally!