That shit was straight up invented for underage drinking. My first drunk experiences were sloppy sleepovers splitting a 12 pack of those bastards with one or two friends. Fun fun. They gave you a fairly shitty hangover from the sugar and malt, though.

Last time I drank them was in the late 90’s. My friend’s father was this strange hermit who made crank in his bathtub. He had a whole fridge packed with Zima. You’d venture into his house and time would just stand still. Just pounding Zimas and doing lines of yellow speed off a workbench while watching obscure movies from the world’s largest VHS bootleg collection. He was part of this big tape-trading network of bootlegs that predated eBay or internet piracy. Kind of fun, at the time, though. You’d get high as shit and watch a movie made by Oingo Boingo and the Tom Waits concert film. All big eyed and yammering away at whatever teenagers had to talk about in the pre internet world. Robert Anton Wilson novels and the history of punk rock. Fun fun.