I'm sitting here after a crazy evening a couple nights ago. As unusual, I was drunk on a combination of beer, whiskey, car bombs and anything the girls at the Scoop wanted to drink with me. It was another sunday funday, ripe with potential and stupidity.
FYI: I've often told anyone I run into that my straight jacket is on the way and that I'm planning on remodeling my second bedroom as a padded room where I truelly deserve to be 99% of the time. Fortunately for me, like hoodini I was able to escape.
I walked the short distance back home on a fine spring night full of shit and fired up (piss & vinegar??). Without tact confronted my new roomy about things. Feeling higher than mighty, rallied the truck and shot his 1960's, cherry, vintage, grandma style, console turntable, with original papers, with air induced and microphone controlled remote that had been stored in the confines of the truck bed into the middle of Babcock Street. My aim could not possibly have been more precise and it landed nearly centered on the two lane, one way downtown street. I quickly closed the tailgate, walked into the house, locked the door, and retired to my home.
Within seconds there was a tow truck with the big obnoxious flashing yellow lights. My roommate was walking from his room to the window, rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he witnessed the insanity that I like to call life. Cars were backing up on the busy one way, neighbors gathering round dumbfounded. That's when I decided to sneak out the back window and head back to the bar so I didn't have to explain.
It was a good night, the neighbors are laughing their ass off, but my roommate is still a bit pissed...
Can't blame him I suppose??
FYI: I've often told anyone I run into that my straight jacket is on the way and that I'm planning on remodeling my second bedroom as a padded room where I truelly deserve to be 99% of the time. Fortunately for me, like hoodini I was able to escape.
I walked the short distance back home on a fine spring night full of shit and fired up (piss & vinegar??). Without tact confronted my new roomy about things. Feeling higher than mighty, rallied the truck and shot his 1960's, cherry, vintage, grandma style, console turntable, with original papers, with air induced and microphone controlled remote that had been stored in the confines of the truck bed into the middle of Babcock Street. My aim could not possibly have been more precise and it landed nearly centered on the two lane, one way downtown street. I quickly closed the tailgate, walked into the house, locked the door, and retired to my home.
Within seconds there was a tow truck with the big obnoxious flashing yellow lights. My roommate was walking from his room to the window, rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he witnessed the insanity that I like to call life. Cars were backing up on the busy one way, neighbors gathering round dumbfounded. That's when I decided to sneak out the back window and head back to the bar so I didn't have to explain.
It was a good night, the neighbors are laughing their ass off, but my roommate is still a bit pissed...
Can't blame him I suppose??