By Peder Aalgaard My brain drifted around in my head, floating in a pool of warm liquid. My entire body felt relaxed under the vodka’s influence. It was a struggle to get the drink down at first, but after a while, I think I started to enjoy the burn. Either that or the jungle juice from the party numbed me. I must have had sixteen shots of hard water after the first party. I must have. The stars were dancing above me as the grass crept around my bare arms, and I could feel the Earth flying through space and time. Karen’s face darted into my mind. I could almost touch her dark blond hair but my arm didn’t feel like moving. I remembered…