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September 18, 2009

party’s over

They said in Health class blacking out is a sign of alcoholism. But if someone video tapes your blackout then you haven’t really lost the memory. It’s just not in your head. So again technology proves it’s value.
We can also learn about a persons character while they are blacked out drunk. Are they laughing or crying? Are they smashing things or trying to fix something?

I was recently blacked out and the video reveals I am altruistic and in touch with the streets. Mark tells me I paid a bum $5 to piss on his shopping cart full of recycling.

I saw the video, and I was troubled by this. It sounds like I have an inferiority complex. As do most blackout drunks, if only because most people can control themselves in a bar and slow down or switch to juice or go home but they don’t ask for helping finding their wallet and then give the whole thing to the bartender and ask,”Can I keep drinking?”

it’s embarrassing. But many lucky people will throw up at some point before it comes to this. There’s no shut off valve for me. I travel in time, finding myself in a 24 hour drug store but not sure how I got there. Time travel. I drink so much I turn to vapor and reanimate elsewhere.

If I get drunk and look for bad things to do to make people laugh, I have a problem. I was taught growing up I have a soul and that soul is who I am. Which may explain why it feels as though this long lanky frame isn’t mine. My soul keeps trying to pour more Tequila down the throat, and my body can only hope for Cazadores instead of Cuervo so the hang over isn’t so bad.

Does my soul want me dead or is it just having a laugh? Taking the piss, as they say when they come back from Ireland.

If Marco still has that video and is reading this, maybe you could send it to me. I’m trying to recognize the man I’ve become.

3 Comments

  1. Deerskin, I have blackouts, where I go places in my truck, I find credit card slips in my pockets from other towns I have never been in, yet I was there, we should experiment with time travel, I would like to go back to before my brother died.

    Comment by poopies — September 18, 2009 @ 6:10 pm

  2. that whole story is bullshit. and the people laughing at the tape? well, same.

    Comment by n.d.p. — September 18, 2009 @ 8:27 pm

  3. come out tonight for a drink, I owe you.

    Comment by jhase — September 19, 2009 @ 12:12 pm

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