So how exactly did I come up with the idea of ALC.E? Well the first reason is pretty obvious.. I had a friend die in a drunk driving accident. R.I.P to her, and condolences to her family and friends. On a more lighter note the second reason is a pretty epic story! It all begins the night after my best friend and I go out to party, and I get my wallet stolen while dancing with some chick at the club. My best friend, for the sake of the story we will call him “Turn Up,” is a person that loves to party, and drink. He calls me the next day and asks me what’s going down tonight. I guess since after showing him a good night out he felt as though I knew where all the parties were…

Well, I knew the people that knew where the parties were, so that’s the next best thing. So we meet up, and we start talking about what we are going to do that day. I call up my co-worker, for the sake of the story we will call him “Cool Guy,” and he tells me about this pretty cool bar. I tell Turn Up, and he’s all excited. We split ways because he has some business to take care of, and I meet up with my other best friend, for the sake of the story we will call him “Fitted Cap.”

We’re at his house chilling, and I have this awesome idea that we should get the old gang back together! I tell Fitted that me and Turn Up are headed to this awesome bar and ask him if he is trying to go out. Fitted was down for the cause, so now we had to get our last member in on this dopeness.Now with our last member.. She, for the sake of the story we will call her “OB (One of the Boys),” is a very elusive one.

Normally it’s hard to get in contact with her because she is either busy, or doesn’t answer her phone. Somehow I was able to get her to answer the phone and to join us! So now the mission is to get my license back so I can drink at the bar. This may have been the most tedious process of the night. We traveled all around the metro area for three hours, I still didn’t get an ID, and I wasted gas. I’m a college kid, and gas prices is mortgage in my mind.

So I decide that I’m going to get in anyway, I call Cool Guy to see if it’s possible, and he tells me how to do it. We get to the bar, and sure enough I get in. We’re all pumped and ready to get this thing going. When I tell you that we partied our asses off… I mean… We partied our asses off. We had a nice amount of drink and the music was amazing. Not only that, but the bar had two floors!

It was like something out of a movie. Anyways, the party got so good OB called some designated drivers for us so we could continue the night. After all this partying, I lose track of my friends. They are nowhere to be found in the club. I start walking to the car to make sure they didn’t leave me (Drunk Idea), and they are actually coming back. They wanted to give some JU JU JUICE to some other people we invited. Everybody walks back inside, but me. I couldn’t get in because guess what… I don’t have an I.D and the bouncer is now checking I.D’s. Great… I stand outside for about 20 minutes, and my friends tell me to walk around back. I slip in the back door, and before you know it…

I’m back in the game dancing my ass off. Everyone else was killing it too. Eventually everybody started realizing that we are beyond our level of drinking, and we are danced out. A few friends we invited to come along had started vomiting, and I knew then that was our time to roll out.

So I find Fitted, and he tells me to find everybody so we can head back to the house. We leave the party and we let our DD work their magic. Thank you to all the DD’s btw! I’m not sure if I told you thank you yet. We make it to the house and I ask Fitted can I stay at his place so I don’t have to drive. He’s cool with it, and Turn Up is getting in his car. I ask him does he want to stay with us, and he said he’s going to go home since it’s only down the street. Because it was only down the street we let him go ahead. (Drunk Idea). Everything after is black. I wake up in the morning by a phone call, and what do you know… It’s Turn Up. I’m thinking he’s about to talk about all the fun he had, but he tells me he got a DUI.

That incident left a huge impression on me, and I knew that if we were conscious of how much we were drinking, at least a reaffirmation, we would have been able to hold our limits without going past them. His DUI could have easily been his death, or someone else like my friend who died prior from the drunken accident. So this is the birth of ALC.E. This story is 98% true. The 2% comes from the names, but regardless look at the lesson learned. If your friend is too drunk to drive. Take his/her keys and house them. Their lives, and everyone else is at stake. So be on the look out forALC.E
ALC.E 1.0

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