Alcohol and me

Two things are guaranteed to happen after I've been drinking--and no, neither one of them are scandalously behavioral. First, my face gets red. Ridiculously red. Imagine if the Incredible Hulk had a Christmas-themed counterpart and got extremely angry--and strip away the muscular physique. That's me after I've had a couple beers. The other thing that happens is my voice gets deep. Really deep. I like to think that I sound sort of like a younger version of James Earl Jones. Like what he might have sounded like when he was 12. It's empowering. I could probably frighten small children.