Back in Jr. High school days we live in Hawaii on base at Hickam AFB. We lived on 2nd street and dad was a Lt Col so no fancy house like Full Bird and up had, just basic apartment like cheap house. A "gang" of kids hung out next to the dumpster under the window of my room. There was a large row of hedges that hid the dumpster from the view of the street so they were hidden from the AP. Their favorite pastime was to get a bottle of Southern Comfort and chug it until the puked. We had no Air Conditioning so I had to have the windows open. I could hear them talking and then the chant of chug chug chug and then barf into the dumpster. Dad would call the AP and roust them out and they scattered like roaches. It made the dumpster a bit unpleasant. For some reason I never felt like I wanted to participate in that.
