I remember piling in the car with a bunch of friends and heading to Panama City for the weekend. No GPS. We just got on 231 and headed south. Then as soon as we crossed the Florida line there was usually a liquor store. Legal drinking age was 18, and we usually had somebody in the car that was 18 or had a fake ID. Then we just kept on going until we ran out of road and partied all weekend.


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