I know a lot of brothers haven’t been weaned off the bottle yet. That’s a shame, when you consider that so many brothers can’t wait to grow up and do grown folks’ stuff like stay up late, hang out, and “make babies.” They’re still babies themselves because they can’t get off the bottle. It comforts them.
Sometimes they rely on their sippy cup (some call it a shot glass). They pour small amounts of yak in and sip to their heart’s content. They watch and listen to their favorite rappers disgustingly extol the pleasurable feelings of inebriation while celebrating and then, imitating the no-gooders who encouraged them to drink, splurge on cheap liquor and spirits to look like big men. And then the trouble starts.