Bought on a Thursday night, all done by Monday at 8 AM. This picture is of what became known as 40 Quest II: The Re-40ing The Tale of 40 Quest: About a year and a half ago I lived in a small 6-plex apartment complex in Salt Lake City with another dude that developed a serious alcohol problem and is now homeless and strung out on some bad shit. We lived on the second floor, the complex was two apartments wide and three high. The couple above us where a codependent and abusive pair who routinely kept us awake with their screaming and fighting, their breaking things and beating each other. Needless to say, we drank plenty to stay asleep through their stupid bullshit. One night after the dude above us came back from prison after he got sent there for beating the chick the shit started again. After some yelling she took the dude's one bag and threw it off the 3rd floor balcony and chased him out. Needless to say we didn't sleep through he fighting and all the fucking cop cars. We both called off work and the minute they're required to start selling beer in Utah (10 AM) we went to the store and bought all the 40s they had on the shelf. We each drank 6 in 2 hours and finally got some fucking sleep. The tradition lives on and every year now there comes a time, a time when the 40s call, and I answer.
