So here is a story from my teenage days.
Me and my buddy from across the street took some acid one summer night and ended up drinking until the morning.
At 6am we decided to run up to the 7/11 and grab some more beer and tequila as soon as the store opened.
We got back home, and continued drinking. We were sitting in car listening to tunes as the sun came up.
It starting getting really hot about 7am, like 90 degrees, so my buddy went back across the street and went home.
I decided to smoke a bowl before I went inside, so I rolled up the windows so I didn’t stink up the neighborhood.
I was extremely drunk, and between the heat, the closed windows and the lit bowl – I blacked out.
Next thing you know, I wake up, and my driver side door was wide open, I was laying with my back on the driveway and my legs kinda still in the car.
The entire neighborhood was awake – it was like 11am. Kids were out, my neighboors were out and about (some looking at me weird).
All i could smell was shit!
It was at that point I noticed I had shit and pissed myself.
For some lucky reason my father had not came outside yet, so I got myself together and went inside.
That was the first time I ever blacked out on alcohol (but wasn’t the last)
😮 😛 :-X :-[ :'(
"Your as mighty as the flower that grows the stones away"
Hardcore.
Wanna hear another good one?
I was 21 and I still lived with my parents. It was the middle of winter and probably 10 degrees Fahrenheit. 2 feet of snow outside.
11PM and me/all of my closing shift peers are getting out of work (I used to manage at a very large electronics store).
A bunch of people were going to the strip club…. I decided ‘Why Not?’
We bought 2 bottles of 151, as it was BYOBooze at the club everyone was going to and we wanted to get trashed…. I guess both bottles went.
Long story short, I made a total ass of myself… which for some reason must have made me attractive to a few of the strippers, apparently, as I came to (yes, came to) with a few phone numbers in my pocket. Great decision making, girls, give your phone number to the guy who is so drunk he can’t even remember talking to you the next day……
I’m SO glad I didn’t drive there.
I don’t remember any of this, I must have already blacked out, but supposedly when we left the club I rolled a blunt with almost an entire eighth of med grade….. smoked MOST of it myself (I guess I did share, but every time it came back to me I puffed on it for 5 or 6 big hits. LOL.) and got dropped off home.
I must have been too drunk to figure out how to unlock the door.
By following my tracks in the snow the next day, it appears that I went back and forth between the front door, the back door, and the garage 5 or six times. I must have passed out against the garage, as that’s where my parents found me that night, half frozen.
I remember waking up in the middle of the night because I needed to piss and I couldn’t see. I don’t remember anything else, including my parents bringing me in the house.
Next morning, I wake up (still drunk as fuck, BTW) and see that my Lizard Aquarium is totally smashed in. I go to the bathroom and my face is all cut up and I have the worst black eye ever. It’s swollen shut.
I guess I tried to get up in the middle of the night, tripped, smashed my face into the tank and went STRAIGHT THROUGH IT and passed out again.
I am lucky I still have both my eyes and no serious wounds. I could have cut my throat on that shit.
I didn’t shit or piss myself…. but I fucked myself up good.
Gotta love Alky-Hall.
"You can't buy happiness… but you can buy weed, which is pretty close."
Actually, yes. He was totally fine and went into a new tank as soon as I was able to process doing so.
He never even tried to leave the enclosure, surprisingly enough.
"You can't buy happiness… but you can buy weed, which is pretty close."
Dayum D !
Glad you didn’t mees up your eyes or face.
I have many more of these stories, some similar to yours (where I physically hurt myself and didn’t realize until the next day)
The last time I drank found myself at the bottom of my front stairs in a pool of blood with my head cracked open.
I am a very, very bad drunk.
BTW – I no longer drink alcohol, and haven’t had a drop of it in over a decade.
"Your as mighty as the flower that grows the stones away"
Stories such as these are why I no longer drink. Alcohol brings out the WORST in me.
-Wolf
Damn thats some messed up shit. I’ll post up my story’s later on lol i have plenty. :p
was your lizard ok? lol, neil