As I danced to the music and became close friends with almost everybody, to us we felt free and young. As the night went on, a few of my friends and I decided to go to “Sharkies”, a strip club in downtown Fayetteville. The guys I were with could not help but stare and drool into their drinks. Since I was stable, but still drunk, all I could think about was how good Waffle House sounded. It’s almost three in the morning, and on a regular night, I am lights out by nine. As my friends stared at the strippers, I dozed off. It was not until I heard my friend shouting and tugging at me to wake up. One of them ended carrying me to the car and grabbing my I.D. since I was not responsive. It was not until the next morning, that they told me, I tried to get on stage and dance, they pulled me off and got us kicked out. Now, whenever I see “Jungle Juice”, I turn the other way and run. It is not a drink to mess with, especially when you originally wanted to be sober. It is also not fun the next morning when you have a meeting for work with your district