2 players face each other.
- one grabs a can of beer
now open the beer and start drinking
while the other one counts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
as soon as you hit 6- you hand over the beer and the
other person starts drinking while you gasp for air
and start counting aloud yourself.
repeat until the beer is gone,
until all of the beers are gone.
this is six second kayaking
it's the morning after the high school prom. four
high-school teen guys wake up early on this particular
saturday morning. the sounds of the mariah carey
music from the night before eerily rings in thier
ears, the scent of perfume of their flat, prude dates still
lingers on their clothes, but they have only one thing
on their minds: beer.
the boys pack their bags and head to one's uninhabited
summer house in the woods by a lake.
in one bag are two 30-packs of bud ice
and bud dry that someone's older brother got for them.
they get to the house and start drinking the beer
before it is even cold. warm beer tastes even
shittier than beer normally does. but thay want to
get drunk fast. they are sitting nursing warm beers
and praying that the rest get cold, quick. they look at
each other, trying to fight queasiness showing through
on their faces. they put on "the crow" soundtrack CD and
crank up the volume of the beastie boys' "sabotage",
hoping the rock power will harden their resolve.
but even this does not dull the pain...
"ugh.. i want it, i need it,
but why can't it just taste good?"
"c'mon, let's just drink it.
don't think, just fight through it and do it."
"ok, ready- we'll all go at once, for six seconds,
drink as much as you can"
"ok, ready go!!... (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)...UGGhhHH!!..
whhooohoo!!!..OK"
"*&*& BURP &*&*"
"awesome! I finished mine!"
"Yes! let's do it again"
"yeah, open another one.. you drink, and i'll count,
then we'll switch... until we finish it"
"OK, here i go"
"1,2,3,4,5,6"
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soon enough we were head banging to "the badge" by
pantera, and drinking mightily.
sitting and drinking on the floor by the door
and facing each other in pairs
the begin to muse about their newborn ritual
"what do we call this? it's awesome"
"how about 'drink' "
"nah... it's like a war, it's like we're fighting and
trading punches"
"no, no, it's the oppostie, it's like we're helping
each other... we're like a team. pulling each other
through it"
and at that moment one looked up...
and there, hanging in the rafters,
was the old, red, musty canvas-and-wood kyack
up there along with other stuff like big rusty
ice saws and menacing-looking hooks and stuff.
and it came to them:
"kyacking"
six second kayaking was born
