I was 21 and barely old enough to drink.
It was 2 am, and our little group found its way into a pub in my University town in the middle of New Zealand.
The air was thick with cigarette smoke. The music was unbearably loud.
People were squashed in tighter than a tin of sardines.
Good times on a Friday nite, right?
I still feel nauseous writing about what hap…
