Acid Rain
... P.S.- Brodie finally got laid. 1 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Still Fucked Up So I still haven’t stopped drinking. I wanted to but some how I always end up in the bar. I don’t remember much from the week, it all kinda just blurs together. I know that Wednesday was pool and I got fucked up. Thursday was Long Island Night and I got fucked up bad again. I spilt a drink all over some bitch and then she started making out with me. Turns out that I had made out with her before and she wanted my dick real bad. I knew I was in but had one small problem, she couldn’t get into the bar. There was no way that I was gonna miss out on the bar so I realized that she wasn’t gonna work out. I headed out to the bar completely wacked out of my skull. I still don’t know weather I walked or got a ride but I ended up at GII shit faced and just started drunk wandering around. I think that I danced with some sluts and then just kept drinking. I was looking for a hook up and then there were 3 different girls that wanted my cock. I was two drunk to juggle so I just chilled till the bar closed and decided to see who would stay around for the longest. Some freshman girls ended up catching my attention so we walked back to the chapter house. As soon as we got there I knew I was in. Then a fight broke out in the back and I rushed out to see what was going on. No fists had been thrown so I quickly ran over as the cops were showing up. I told the cops that everything was chill and they left. Everyone mellowed out and I head back to the house to find out that the freshman girl had left. I was kinda pissed that my choice bailed so I headed home to pass out. Friday I went to no classes. Instead I started drinking. Amanda called me as I was getting half ripped and needed me to help her get the kegs for her party. After we got all the shit I headed back to my house to shower. After that I headed to the house and we started a power hour. We finished the hour and went for another 30 minutes. I was well lit so I head over to Amanda’s early to keep drinking. She made summer beer so I started pounding that shit. As the night went on I took down 6 or 7 glasses of summer beer (fucked up beyond reason). I ended up passing out in Ryan’s truck and getting a ride home. I woke up around 4 on my couch pissed that I had missed the night. Saturday I woke up to a call from Hollister asking me why I didn’t come in to work on time. I was pissed, I had stopped going to that fucking job a month or so ago. So I decided that I should start drinking. I headed to the house to get ready for the mid day power hour that we set up. We just partied for a while and then we started the power hour at 5. Everyone started getting fucked up and crazy ass shit was happening. I don’t really remember too much of what happened but at some point in time everyone was drenched in beer. We had wrapped the front yard in plastic to act as a fence. I decided that I needed to run through the plastic since we had to take it down anyway. After everyone got pissed at me and told me that we were gonna get in trouble for the mess in the yard. I got pissed in turn and head to the bar. I started drinking scotch on the rocks. So there I was all fucked up and looking for a hook up again. And once again it was a target rich environment. I floated around for most of the night and decided that I just wanted to get as fucked as possible. As the night rolled on, the freshman girl showed up again. She told me that she was gonna come home with me so we left. I don’t know the detail but everything works out once in a while. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Realizations of an Alcoholic So I haven’t been sober enough to type up an update in about two weeks. I have been fucked up out of my mind for 90% of that time period and my memory is very spotty. I have finally come to the conclusion that I no longer a binge drinker, I am now a full blown alcoholic. All in all I’ve come to grips with this fact and see it as a great positive in my life. I mean really, how many people do you know that go weeks at a time fucked up out of their mind and still manage to function like a normal human to some extent. My realization began two Tuesdays ago. There was a Puddle of Mudd show at Copper and we decided to head over. Me and Peters took our time to get there and the line was long as fuck by the time we made it. Turns out they weren’t letting anyone else in. I was high as fuck and we both wanted to get shit faced so we decided to go sit in the beer garden at pinch and watch for the line to thin out so we could sneak in. After about half an hour and two 151 and cokes, the line was gone and we went in. The show hadn’t started yet so we found Brad and Giggles and started pounding. All they had was Miller and Miller Lite because they put on the show, so we had to drink the shit fast so we wouldn’t taste that shit. As the show was about to start, a D.J. from one of the local radio stations came out to introduce the band. This fag had in a glittery ass gold suit coat and I was drunk and pissed cuz he thought he was the shit. The show started and we were all fucked up. I have no idea what the play list was but they put on a bad ass show. At one point in the night I was stumbling back from the bathroom and I saw that fuckin fag ass D.J. so I had to rip him. I asked him who told him that it was okay to wear that faggot coat. He responded that for $50 an hour he would wear anything. I fired back that he still looked like a fuck fag that makes $50 an hour. He got pissed and waddled his fat ass away. When the show was over we decided to head to GII and smoked a joint on the trip, but that didn’t last long. I was too drunk to talk so after telling Amanda that I wanted to take her to homecoming just so I could see her tits I headed home. Wednesday was pool league so I knew I was getting fucked up. I got blazed before I head to the bar and when I got there is started boozing. As the night went on I got drunk and Amanda and Maranda were chillin with us while they weren’t working. Talk about 50 pounds of tits between two girls. God bless breast implants. As I got more and more fucked up my comments became more and more off and we all just got crazy. Somehow the bar decided that it was 2 and that they had to close, so I stumbled home to pass out for a few hours before work. Thursday was round two of the Long Island Party and once again I knew that I would be in rare (well no so rare) form. They were gonna auction off the guys in the house to the sluts that showed up but by the time they got to me I was wasted and needed a refill so I told everyone to fuck off and keep their money. The ins and outs of the night are no were to be found. All I know is that I was spitting game at everything that walked and then shooting them down for being too sober to hang out with me. I think I want to the bar but nothing is for sure. I found out later that one of my friends fucked some bitch in front of 12 other people and she wouldn’t let him wear a condom. She was a real classy bitch. Friday is another fuckin haze. I think we had a party but anything that went on worth remembering. See the benefits of being drunk, unimportant shit just kinda slides by unnoticed. I am sure that I headed to GII and got really fucked up or fucked up more so then I already was. I know that I did get up on some girl for after hours and was up all night. We had to do some community service in the morning and when I realized that we were leaving for that in an hour I know I was in for a long day. So we head down to some town with some dirty ass school that was shut down and we cleaned shit. It was dumb as fuck. I ended up just chillin and wondering around the school looking for sweet shit. When we got back home I slept for an hour and went back to drinking. So its Saturday now an I’ve gotten about an hour of sleep and needed to get fucked up. We decided that a keg was the only reasonable way to get were I needed to go. After a few beers, I was in the right state of mind. We started playing flippy cup an people started getting sloppy drunk. Around 12 we decided to head to the bar. Holla had two or three friends in town that were girls and he thought he was gonna be big pimpin. When we got to the bar they got slutty and started making out with anyone and everyone who wanted a taste. Holla got all salty and started cock blocking people and I just sat back and boozed my life away. After the bar we went back to Little Brad’s to finish the keg. That lasted all of 20 minutes and then there was no beer. I started talking to one of their hot neighbors and then found out that she was Misty’s roommate from last year. So there I was spitting game to a girl that know just how bad I was. So I was drunk and talking to some girl that either wanted to fuck me because she wanted to find out if I was the way people say I am or she wants nothing to do with me. I voted on the first option and started fucking with her head to find out what she wanted. After about an hour of this I decided that she wanted the cock but wouldn’t admit it or atleast she wouldn’t let me bash that night so I went off in search of beer. It was now about 4:30 so I called Nunner and met up with him at some party. Some drama went down and some bitch started acting like she was a dude. They got kicked out and one of the guys got hit in the head with a full beer. Me and Nunner headed over to his house across the street to watch the fight and drink whiskey. I headed home at about 6:00 and passed out. Sunday I was gonna just chill all day but Mike called me to head over to the bar to watch the Packer game. I drank a little during the game and then when Farve got hurt I drank a lot. So there I was drunk again for no good reason and just chillin at the bar. We started our homecoming float that night but my long weekend caught up quick and I went home around 12:30. I guess that aint bad for a Sunday night. Monday started a long week of boozing while the pledges built the float. The order of events is kinda in and out but it involved a lot of booze. I know that Tuesday I got an interview for Enterprise and went home at about 2. The interview was great until she told me that she had to check my driving record. DUI in April equals no Intership. So what does any college student do when they have a full day of class and just lost a job because of booze do? Buy a fifth of brandy at 11:00 and drink all day. Pool league was that night so I showed up shit faced and was in no condition to play but I ended going 3-1 and acted a damn fool. After my second win I throw my cue and said, “ It’s over bitches.” Real disrespectfully, I guess I’m a natural dickhead. Thursday people started coming down for homecoming and we just got all fucked up and talked to that girl. The night was a complete blur and everyone brought out the drinking shoes. I knew I had to get some sleep so I passed out around 3:00. Friday was more of the same with more and more people showing up all day long. We had a party that ended in a girl getting a drinking ticket and Jesse getting a contributing to the delinquency of minors ticket. As we all got ready to got to the bar the Mayor was walking by the house and got jumped. Danny ran out to help and we waited till the cops showed up and the mayor said that he would take care of Jesse’s ticket. In a better mood we went to the bar and got tore down. We were drinking like it was the last day before prohibition. After the bar we went back to the house to keep drinking. As the night developed a fight began. The Sig Pi’s came to start shit and 3 girls got hit by them and then they hit one of my boys in the head with a full beer and fractured his s...