I remember when I first entered college (2 weeks after HS graduation), I met my "friends". Each weekend, there was a block party at school. So, trying to be grown, even though my friends were "more grown" than I was. They were not "as sheltered" as I was.
So at the parties, you had to have a drink of "something". The drink back then was Cisco.
That was before it had the label of "liquid crack".
Anyway, we had our cup of liquid crack. Needless to say, we all were messed up, to say the least.
The party was a lonnnnnnnng way from our dorm. We were literally running for dear life trying to get back to our dorm to take care of our needs. Just as we make it to the dorm, it's after midnight and the front doors were locked (we didn't have curfews). It took the dorm mother the longest to open the door (at least at that moment, it seemed like it). We get in the dorm, had to wait for the elevator to get us on the sixth floor to our bathroom.
Needless to say, some of us made it, some did not! After that night, I never tasted that drink AGAIN! That was June 1990!