The mention of Bacardi reminds me of being in high school and a friend we nicknamed "Chuck" would offer a shot of whatever liquor his mom had bought that week. One week it rum. That was like being slugged in the gut by the biggest dude on campus, then having gasoline poured down my throat and being set on fire from the inside. It probably lasted less than an hour, but it seemed longer.

The first and last time I tried rum.

I had to return home by 22:00, so I know it couldn't have been as long as it seemed.