What do you feel right when the first mouth you know that there is too much vodka instead of coke? What the fuck! Exactly. But after a few minutes, I did not really care much. The more the better. I might not stand the strong taste of vodka at the beginning, and I knew it was just at the beginning, as later, I would complain there was not much vodka. I might get irritated and complained about measurement. But later, I would think that I am a person who know how to complain and at the end I got extra shots for my drink. Idiot. I would love to think that I was a well-mannered person, or a nice person, or perhaps a good person to befriend with. You know? like those harmless little friendly bee that give you only sweet honey. I loved to think about that, not only when I was drinking, also when I was sober. And speaking of that, I needed more vodka now.