I can’t help to think how amazing that something such as alcohol can impair you; it’s only a liquid. But ingest enough of it and as my friend Lindsay puts it “Diva Danny” comes out. I was a goody good when I was younger. None of my friends did any type of drug, not even cigarettes. So I never really got into them. Hell this one time at Ocean City, MD this dude on the boardwalk tried to sell my cousin and I something and neither one of use knew what was going on. But what if I had, I often wonder how I would have turned out, and which drug I would have been addicted to.
I started watching “Skins” on MTV (the American version) a while back. This show is pretty much about a bunch of teens in high school that do all kinds of drugs, and then the drama the follows them because of it. I honestly liked the show, mainly because it started out all rainbows and lollypops but turned into a mess. I then started thinking to myself why that wasn’t my life.
I actually prefer my personality and what not when I am buzzed of alcohol (I am pretty sure that a sign of alcoholism). I am more laid back, I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks of me, my social anxiety disappears, and I am not self conscious. So why would I go to a doctor to get a pill with some weird name I’ll never be able to pronounce and NEVER understand the commercial for it, when I can just buy a bottle or 4Loko (THANK YOU underage jack asses for getting it banned!)?
But I am way to old for all this now; when you’re a teen its “cute” and “well its just a phase”. At my age you’d be considered a mess and have “issues”. After all I have a career, mortgage, and who will let Gunner out to piss if I am all fucked up!?
For my 26 birfday (I spell it with an “f”) I decided to throw my self a party at Level 2 downtown Harrisburg. Level 2 is Harrisburg closest club you’d see somewhere like NYC, Philly, L.A, or Vegas. I was in VIP with bottle service; we arrived at around 10:30-10:45pm ish. I made it till about 11:30pm from what I remember and the rest was beyond me. Never in my life have I gotten that drunk, I mean I spent a good amount of money and only remember the following things:
• I broke a champagne fluke and tired hiding it under the couch. Which in my defense I can break easily sober.
• I ORDERED a bottle of champagne (Rose) and apparently chugged it. This would explain why my vomit was red and smelled horrible!
• I tried to open Linday’s car door but couldn’t and threw up on me and the door.
• I tripped somewhere and slammed my head into the concrete (that explained the scuff mark on my head the next morning).
That was all, it was like I had a stroke and the whole thing was a party.
The next day I woke up promptly at 9am in gym shorts and parched as hell. After I pissed I went to the kitchen to get a drink, a glass of clear liquid was sitting on the island and since I usually leave glasses of water lying around I grabbed it and started chugging it. I soon found out that it was Patron and Sprite from the pre-game drink last night. I threw up right then and there and wanted to cry. I then noticed a note on the island and that my keys were gone.
I was quite confused, after a few hours of trying to figure out what was going on I decided to go out and see what happen in Linday’s car. As I went out the front door I notice the front yard trashed. Potted plants where knocked over, landscaping lights crushed, and edging blocks thrown all over the yard. I was mildly horrified; I thought something happened and that I maybe sued over it. I would later find out that I was looking for the spare key to the house after my attempt to pick the dead bolt to my house with a credit card. I then opened the passenger’s card door to Linday’s car, which looked like someone was murdered. I stood and looked at what appeared to be in my stomach from the night before spread out all over the front of the car for a good while, and then started plotting how to clean it up.
I mixed a blend of Arm-n-hammer with backing soda toothpaste, rubbing alcohol, oxi-clean, and water. That shit look brand new when I was done, and smelled good too.
Getting back on track to the subject here; I eventually realized that for once in my life I was completely out of control of all functions of my body. I didn’t care if my bed was made, if the house was clean, if the gas bill was paid, or if I left the basement light on. It was at this point I wish I would have done drugs when I was younger. But it’s too late now I am 26 and like I said earlier, at this age you just look pathetic and no one feels sorry for you.
The only drugs for me to do now is alcohol and caffeine; WHICH.. is what I partake in. Flashpoint by iSatori was introduced to me by my good friend Weston Kensinger (aka: Dr. Guido, Professor Dr. Guido, Nigguido, Dr. Swolles, Brain, and the list goes on). Flashpoint is like having a case of Rockstar energy drinks in the form of one pill that dissolves in your mouth in seconds. I am immediately buzzing around tackling tasks that I’ve put off (like this writing assignment in my business class), but the best effect is the “I am superman, wanna fight?”. Drunks usually get this at some point, but can’t really stand and fall down easily. BUT not on this.. I was fully functional, ready to fight, road raging, a hyper shaking mess ready and daring someone to say or do something! It’s better than sliced bread.
“if you do drugs by yourself you won’t be able to
fill out (Drugs: Socially) on your Match.com
profile…then you’ll just be a crack head”
Daniel P. Sivar
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