all tomorrow’s parties or there are no more bottles

you know when we started this i didn’t expect half of the shit we would have to go through. we apparently broke two liquor stores throughout the process of their inventory. we tried to get other bottles in the home stretch but there were none to be had. i think that if there is a lesson for the fighting cock distillery it’s that they need better distribution. still though, simply by numbers.

• 1 fifth is 750ml or approximately 1/5 of a gallon. so we technically drank a little over four gallons of fighting cock.

• since fighting cock is 51.5% alcohol then that means that a little over 375ml of it per bottle was pure alcohol.

• i think that in the pure alcohol sense that equals about 30-35 12 ounce beers a bottle (my math might be off on that because math is dumb)

• we drank 15750ml of fighting cock and a little over 7875ml of it was pure alcohol

• you can do the math on how much money we spent. in determining the number myself i was reminded that life is very cheap, living is very expensive.

• if you low balled (which i am) the amount of hours spent with each bottle which i will say is 3 then it equals 63 hours or almost 3 continuous days if you stack them all up.
• i counted nine lessons. some pointless, some priceless. take your pick.

at the very end of the fighting cock summer i was talking to some folks and expressed that i was sort of disappointed that we only made it to 21. they thought 21 was actually a pretty good run. it just goes to show that success is often in the eye of the beholder.

it’s sort of like how some people get a 50 dollar bill and think they’re rich and then some people wipe their ass with it. i guess it all depends on where you are coming from and what shape you are actually in. maybe you’re only as successful or un-successful as you think that you are. maybe you should measure your own success instead of letting some assholes do it for you.

i struggled to finish this. i wanted it to be something so much more grand, some epiphany that blows everyone’s mind and changes lives. in the end it was what it was; some funny stories, a legitimate (although delusional) reason to get drunk a lot with my friends, and to try to make sense out of something for a change. when looking at it that way it was a success. i hope you all find your own fighting cock summer and i hope you give it pure hell.