At 15, if it was cold or raining, we’d to go to what we called “old man bars” populated by old men and a few women whom we never said hello to. The beer was cheap and the old men bartending compassionately never proofed us.
I was indifferent to alcohol. I drank to be cool and do what everyone else was doing but it was nothing great. Many of the mates I knew still go to those bars and as the old men die off, and the new kids find there way in, the mates are becoming the old men.