you know you have a “out of control” night when a week later you’re still trying to figure out what happened….last night tuesday just seems like it went on forever but i don’t remember any of it after a certain point. I got to the drunk zombie stage and continued to socialize with people, etc, etc.
i think i missed my chance to join the army. i wonder if i could be a functioning alcoholic in the army. waking up at 6, getting in my tank, mixing a jack and coke and tear ass across the desert blowing up people without shoes. could see some embedded journalist in my unit videotaping me coming out of my tent, staggering in a circle while i try to light a cigar, falling to the ground laughing and throwing up on myself.