Thursday, June 14th, 2008.
It Was A Normal Day In The Life Of TheDOM, Work 2-9pm At The Game Attic, Then Head Up To T.A. Slammers To Run Promotions. The Only Difference Is That This Thursday I Had Three Birthdays To Host Simultaneously. Megan, Cory, And Kyle. I Show Up And Immediately Jump Behind The Bar To Clean And Restock For Shawn. Once He Was Caught Up I Made A Couple Rounds Of Shots For The Birthday People. From There I Mingle, Occasionally Jumping Behind The Bar To Aide Shawn. This Goes On Till About 1:20am. (Now Friday The 13th) One Of Our Regulars, Joe, Has Suddenly Passed Out.
At This Point I Didn't Know He Had Taken And Surpassed The Mongolian Challenge. The Strongest Drink Made At T.A. Slammers Is The Mongolian Mother Fucker. And One Night Long Ago I Drank Four In Two Hours And Was The Drunkest I Have Ever Been In My Life. That Was The Birth Of The Mongolian Challenge. Up until That Night Only Two People Have Passed The Challenge And Many Have Failed. Steve-O And Myself. Steve Brings Joe Up To The Bar And Tells Him About It, And He Was Set To Break It. It Was Not Till The Next Day I Found Out He Drank Seven Mongolians.
Back To The Story At Hand. Joe Is Passed Out At The Bar. Steve-O, Myself, And A Couple Others Load Him Into A Truck, Face Down So he Doesn't Choke On His Vomit. I Go Back Into The Bar And Begin Closing Procedures. Steve And Another Guy, Frank, Ask Me If I Can Help Them Get Joe Into Their House. I Am More Than Happy To Help Out.
We Get To Frank's Place And He Tells Us That he Lives On The Third Floor And There Is No Elevator. We Figure Out How We Are Gonna Get Joe Up These three Flights Of Stairs And I Open The Truck Door To Help Get Him Out. As i Pick Him Up He Starts To Puke And A Pinkish Red Liquid Comes Out Of His Nose. Frank And Steve Works At The Hospital As Surgical Techs, And They Say He Is Starting To Asphyxiate. We Place Him Back Into The Truck Are Rush Him To The Hospital. Nearly An Hour He Is Pronounced Dead.
I Spend The Rest Of The Night I Am At The Lakeland Police Department. They treat All Of Us Like Criminals. They Ask Me A Bunch Of Questions Relating To Joe's Activities That Night, And unfortunately I Can Only Answer A Few Of Them. I Was Only There because A Friend Of A Friend Was In Need Of Help, And They Treat me Like We Killed Him. I Finally Get Out Of There At 9am.
I'm Waiting For His Funeral Which Should Be This Friday. It's Gonna Be Bad, But I Feel As If I need To Be There. The Man Was Dying In My Arms As I Was Trying To Help Him. I need To See This Through To The End. I Saw Steve And Frank On Sunday, We Put Up A Memorial For Joe At The Bar. Frank Was Still In Tears.
So Basically, A Drinking Challenge I Created Killed A Man. He lived the "Can't Stop, Won't Stop" Lifestyle Straight Till The End. Kinda Messes You Up In the Head, A Reminder You Are Not As Immortal As You Once Though.
Damn, Life Has Some Bad Ways Of Giving you A Wake Up Call Sometimes.
It Was A Normal Day In The Life Of TheDOM, Work 2-9pm At The Game Attic, Then Head Up To T.A. Slammers To Run Promotions. The Only Difference Is That This Thursday I Had Three Birthdays To Host Simultaneously. Megan, Cory, And Kyle. I Show Up And Immediately Jump Behind The Bar To Clean And Restock For Shawn. Once He Was Caught Up I Made A Couple Rounds Of Shots For The Birthday People. From There I Mingle, Occasionally Jumping Behind The Bar To Aide Shawn. This Goes On Till About 1:20am. (Now Friday The 13th) One Of Our Regulars, Joe, Has Suddenly Passed Out.
At This Point I Didn't Know He Had Taken And Surpassed The Mongolian Challenge. The Strongest Drink Made At T.A. Slammers Is The Mongolian Mother Fucker. And One Night Long Ago I Drank Four In Two Hours And Was The Drunkest I Have Ever Been In My Life. That Was The Birth Of The Mongolian Challenge. Up until That Night Only Two People Have Passed The Challenge And Many Have Failed. Steve-O And Myself. Steve Brings Joe Up To The Bar And Tells Him About It, And He Was Set To Break It. It Was Not Till The Next Day I Found Out He Drank Seven Mongolians.
Back To The Story At Hand. Joe Is Passed Out At The Bar. Steve-O, Myself, And A Couple Others Load Him Into A Truck, Face Down So he Doesn't Choke On His Vomit. I Go Back Into The Bar And Begin Closing Procedures. Steve And Another Guy, Frank, Ask Me If I Can Help Them Get Joe Into Their House. I Am More Than Happy To Help Out.
We Get To Frank's Place And He Tells Us That he Lives On The Third Floor And There Is No Elevator. We Figure Out How We Are Gonna Get Joe Up These three Flights Of Stairs And I Open The Truck Door To Help Get Him Out. As i Pick Him Up He Starts To Puke And A Pinkish Red Liquid Comes Out Of His Nose. Frank And Steve Works At The Hospital As Surgical Techs, And They Say He Is Starting To Asphyxiate. We Place Him Back Into The Truck Are Rush Him To The Hospital. Nearly An Hour He Is Pronounced Dead.
I Spend The Rest Of The Night I Am At The Lakeland Police Department. They treat All Of Us Like Criminals. They Ask Me A Bunch Of Questions Relating To Joe's Activities That Night, And unfortunately I Can Only Answer A Few Of Them. I Was Only There because A Friend Of A Friend Was In Need Of Help, And They Treat me Like We Killed Him. I Finally Get Out Of There At 9am.
I'm Waiting For His Funeral Which Should Be This Friday. It's Gonna Be Bad, But I Feel As If I need To Be There. The Man Was Dying In My Arms As I Was Trying To Help Him. I need To See This Through To The End. I Saw Steve And Frank On Sunday, We Put Up A Memorial For Joe At The Bar. Frank Was Still In Tears.
So Basically, A Drinking Challenge I Created Killed A Man. He lived the "Can't Stop, Won't Stop" Lifestyle Straight Till The End. Kinda Messes You Up In the Head, A Reminder You Are Not As Immortal As You Once Though.
Damn, Life Has Some Bad Ways Of Giving you A Wake Up Call Sometimes.
riffprophet:
Good to hear from you again!
xias:
You're still alive! YEs!!