ok, last night was both one of the more interesting and more stupid nights that i've had in quite some time.
first, i told myself that after my birthday, as a present to myself, that i would quit drinking for awhile. that obviously didn't last long... but the real drunk in me must make the excuse that since i didn't drink my birthday night (although the morning is a different story), it was ok to get some drinks as a present from my buddy.
at the bar, i met a person that i will only refer to as mr. x, cuz he really turned out to be one of those mr. x kinda people. my buddy and i were invited over his house for some beer.
his house was a fortress, literally..! on the outside it looked like an ordinary house but the inside was a different world. without going into to too many details about his home i'd like to say that I'VE NEVER EVER seen anything like it... mel gibsons apartment in conspiracy theory had NOTHING on this.
when the zombies attack; this is where i'm going.
needless to say we drank... and after i got back to my friends hosue is where the stupid part comes in. i miss having a car so much that any opportunity i have to drive, i take... too bad that my judgement was impaired by alcohol. i am REALLY pissed off at myself for not only drinking when i said i wouldn't but driving on top of it.
the tire tread tore off the car while i was on the highway and i slid into a ditch.. after inspecting the car, the tire still had air in it so i was able to make it home and i'm LUCKY that even though i was incapable of handling the car aptly, i still managed to evade any damange to myself or to the car (other than the tire.)
it's very odd how the tire tread ripped too ... the entire outer tread came off.. cleanly, even though the rest of the tire was still intact.
i don't even think i would have swerved off the road if it weren't for the tread spinning off and smacking the mirror, which shattered and pieces of it hit my face.. which is another area i'm very lucky in; none of the mirror glass cut me as it hit me on its flat side.
all told, i'm extremely lucky and very upset with myself. this hangover is serving as a good punishment.
first, i told myself that after my birthday, as a present to myself, that i would quit drinking for awhile. that obviously didn't last long... but the real drunk in me must make the excuse that since i didn't drink my birthday night (although the morning is a different story), it was ok to get some drinks as a present from my buddy.
at the bar, i met a person that i will only refer to as mr. x, cuz he really turned out to be one of those mr. x kinda people. my buddy and i were invited over his house for some beer.
his house was a fortress, literally..! on the outside it looked like an ordinary house but the inside was a different world. without going into to too many details about his home i'd like to say that I'VE NEVER EVER seen anything like it... mel gibsons apartment in conspiracy theory had NOTHING on this.
when the zombies attack; this is where i'm going.
needless to say we drank... and after i got back to my friends hosue is where the stupid part comes in. i miss having a car so much that any opportunity i have to drive, i take... too bad that my judgement was impaired by alcohol. i am REALLY pissed off at myself for not only drinking when i said i wouldn't but driving on top of it.
the tire tread tore off the car while i was on the highway and i slid into a ditch.. after inspecting the car, the tire still had air in it so i was able to make it home and i'm LUCKY that even though i was incapable of handling the car aptly, i still managed to evade any damange to myself or to the car (other than the tire.)
it's very odd how the tire tread ripped too ... the entire outer tread came off.. cleanly, even though the rest of the tire was still intact.
i don't even think i would have swerved off the road if it weren't for the tread spinning off and smacking the mirror, which shattered and pieces of it hit my face.. which is another area i'm very lucky in; none of the mirror glass cut me as it hit me on its flat side.
all told, i'm extremely lucky and very upset with myself. this hangover is serving as a good punishment.
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The tat is healing up quite nice man! I just want to make sure that you can get my touch up done sometime this weekend. We'll be out at the house Friday night and through the weekend till Sunday afternoon. If you could work in the touch-up session for my wrist that'd be nifty-cool.
Now I'm off to go play in traffic.