When you re not 21, it s great to drink because you re not allowed to. You re a rebel: you gotta get a fake I.D., you gotta find a place to drink it, you gotta sneak in drunk. And if you get away with all that, you re laying in bed, your heart s pounding, you got vomit on your chin. You re like, I m a rebel! And you are. You re cool.