Broke-Ass Porn: 40’s

Nothing says “I’m broke as shit, but I still wanna party” like a 40 oz bottle of malt liquor.  Whether your particular potion is Mickey’s, St. Ides, Old English, Colt .45, or Steel Reserve, having a 40 in your hand shows the world that being “classy” just isn’t your thing.

I distinctly remember my first 40.  It was back in the days when Death Row Records ruled the charts and every sixteen year old boy’s rap video fantasy was to be at a party where the fridge was filled with nothing but malt liquor.  I was probably 15 at the time and shared a bottle of Mickey’s with three of my buddies at a bonfire at La Jolla Shores.  Back then we were never able to finish the bottle; we drank slowly enough that the last three fingers worth always got too warm.

Today, almost 15 years later, I salute the venerable 40 oz for single handedly making every house party, bonfire, and day in the park, that much better.

Do you remember your first 40?  If so leave a comment and share your story.  I promise I won’t tell your mom.