I overheard three 19 year olds talking at the park.
GIRL: They got that new law, that zero tolerance thing if you’re, like, under 21 –
JESSICA: Yeah, if they catch you behind the wheel you’re fucked.
BOY: My girlfriend doesn’t let me drink AT ALL anymore because of it.
GIRL: [laughing] Wait… so you don’t drink at all? YOU?
BOY: Well. Unless you count beer for breakfast.
GIRL: You’re a fucking alcoholic.
BOY: If you drink in the morning you’re automatically an alcoholic? No way.
GIRL: That’s BAD.
BOY: Hey – Jessica? What’s your definition of an alcoholic?
JESSICA: Um… I think if you’re drinking beer for breakfast that’s a bad sign.
BOY: I don’t do it, like, EVERY DAY. Just sometimes. If there’s nothing else.
JESSICA: What do you mean “nothing else”.
BOY: Like if there’s nothing to eat! If the fridge is empty and there’s nothing. No orange juice or whatever. That doesn’t make me an alcoholic.
JESSICA: [muttered] That makes you something.
BOY: Just on Fridays, okay? I just make sure to have one beer to have for breakfast on Fridays. That’s all.
GIRL: If you drink after work, you’ve had a hard day. That’s fine! But for breakfast –
BOY: [laughing] What’s the DIFFERENCE?
GIRL: It’s like – the way MY dad drinks. All day every –
BOY: Your dad IS an alcoholic.
GIRL: I know. It’s… disgusting. He’s disgusting.
BOY: Well. My dad’s no better.
GIRL: I can’t wait to get my own apartment.
JESSICA: You’ll totally do it.
BOY: Yeah. You will. You will.