The final apple juice in the locker wasn’t the first apple juice in the locker

One of the bad apple juice experiences I got in my life was in 6th grade. My Middle School Band teacher was ALSO giving me private piano lessons at home.

One day on the way home from school, for some reason, I decided to purchase apple juice from a local convenience store.

Drank it. Got home. Band/piano teacher standing there in my livingroom, waiting.

I threw up on his shoes.

He cancelled the lesson. The apple juice had long expired.

Thus led the quest to understand apple juice transformation, which I mastered a year later. The final apple juice in the locker wasn’t the first apple juice in the locker. My goal was to continue until it turned to alcohol but WITHOUT crossing over into the throwup zone.

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