One of the bad apple juice experiences I got in my life was in
   6th grade. My Middle School Band teacher was ALSO giving me
   private piano lessons at home.

   One day on the way home from school, for some reason, I decided
   to purchase apple juice from a local convenience store.

   Drank it. Got home. Band/piano teacher standing there in my
   livingroom, waiting.

   I threw up on his shoes.

   He cancelled the lesson. The apple juice had long expired.

   Thus led the quest to understand apple juice transformation,
   which I mastered a year later. The final apple juice in the
   locker wasn't the first apple juice in the locker. My goal was
   to continue until it turned to alcohol but WITHOUT crossing over
   into the throwup zone.