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I remember my first beer…
It was a hot summer day and I was feeling adventurous. I had just turned 21 and decided that it was finally time to try my first beer. I walked into a local bar and ordered a cold one. As I took my first sip, I immediately regretted my decision. The beer tasted terrible and I could feel it going down the wrong pipe. I started coughing and choking, making a scene in the quiet bar.
Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I doubled over in agony, feeling like I was about to die. The bartender rushed over and asked if I was okay, but I could only gasp for air.
I stumbled out of the bar and into the street, still clutching my stomach. I was sweating profusely and people were starting to stare. I made it to the nearest alleyway and collapsed against a trash can. I could feel the beer coming up my throat and I knew I was about to throw up.
As I leaned over the trash can, I heard a loud rumble behind me. I turned just in time to see a pack of wild dogs charging towards me. I was too weak to run and they were closing in fast. I closed my eyes and waited for the end, but it never came.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that the dogs had surrounded me, but they were not attacking. Instead, they were lapping up the puddle of vomit I had just created. I was confused and relieved at the same time. The dogs had saved my life, but at what cost?
I never had another beer again. The experience left me scarred for life and I couldn't even look at a trash can without feeling nauseous. It was a mistake that I would never forget