I never enjoyed alcohol... got blasted maybe 3 or 4 times in my life.. once during summer in high school while camping out, no damage.. a couple of times in college, no damage other than to brain cells... each time with different types of alcohol.. last time was in 1988 at a club in south Florida and the only time I was driving. Knew I was drunk, knew cops were in parking lot watching as it was the only club in area that stayed open until 3 a.m. at that time. Planned my escape while throwing up in restroom.
Left a few minutes before closing time. Had to walk right past cops from different parts of Broward County that were massed in the huge parking lot.

Make it to my car, pull out, eyes in rear view mirror as I am checking to make sure no one is following... I am feeling better as I am a hundred yards from club and about to turn south on to US 1 for 10 minute drive from Pompano to Lauderdale-by-the-Sea. As I take one last look in mirror, I hit new median that has just been installed and almost go airborne.. almost get stuck on median.. two front hub caps fly off as I come back down almost high centering before getting back off it and continuing onward.

Could not believe no one saw me and no traffic ahead... pull over on down the road as I have one flat tire and another going down fast. Only another mile to go and two completely flat tires on front... still no traffic.. make a left off US 1 to cross bridge to A1A... metal grate bridge, can see reflection of sparks in water as I am driving on the rims. Make it to my apartment on A1A... home sweet home.. Woke up around noon and had three flat tires, the two on front I had put on the previous day were brand new and in shreds. Never have had more than two beers in a row since.

Seems like it was last October. Warm day. I had a big pinoak down so had a friend come over with his trailer. I drug it out in the open with the tractor and we cut it down and split it, loading the trailer as we went. Finishes about 1130, walked up to the house, cracked the seal on a new bottle of Four Roses. Started with a couple of glasses over ice then a few shots. Guess it was too early to start such an endeavor but I got schnockered sitting on the back deck. I remember the UPS guy driving up and looking kinda funny at me.

Buddy left, I went in and puked a couple of times and then laid down and kinda slept it off. It was one of those times when operating any kind of equipment was ill-advised. Hadn't been like that in a couple of decades prior to that.

What kinda drunk?


How ugly did she have to be?


Remembering her name?


Waking up in the yard?

Just falling down type drunk or anyone can add their own modifications as they want.

In that case. It's been years. Going on a decade.

Are you sure? I figured it would have been during a Cowboys game.

Last night,

Try Naltrexone. Take one pill every morning. Let's say you crack open a cold one at 6pm that day. By the time you take the last sip of your favorite drink will taste horrible and be about as appealing as hotdog water. I've struggled to stay sober, but man this sure helps me personally. I can have (a) drink, never been able to do that before.

March 27th . 1993. Haven't missed it at all, to each their own.

This thread makes me very thirsty

We are still waiting for the story that comes after that comma

Sounds like he got rough with you.

Thinking about it today.....

I'll let you know in the morning...

It may or may not have been at LOP.