Why binge drinking is BAD ... or ... Places I have passed out drunk!

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Introduction

When I was young and single.... drinking wasn't a once in a while thing. And it was worse on rehearsal nights. These days it would kill me! Damn... my weak liver isn't pullin' it's own weight!

Binge drinking can kill you, something kids these days don't understand. The dangers are everywhere.

I had a bad habit of passing out in dumb locations. Here are a few examples:

On back of someone's halfton truck with my head hanging over the tailgate.

This sucked! Someone took my beer. I should have stashed it.

In my own bathtub.

It's an easy premise.... even if you are COVERED in mud from the gig the night before, don't take a bath till you sober up! Comprende? Get some sleep first... you can wash your bedsheets.

Up to my chest in a river.

Yup. Dumbass eh? Not sure what I was thinking. The crew found me lying on the shoreline up to my chest in the water, head flopped back on the ground.

THIS is the reason I no longer drink Jack Daniels. I was drinking a few other things that night... but I blame the Jack.

Man...that whole night could be a book of it's own.

Laying across the front seat of my old car with my head and arms out the passenger door.

No, I didn't have my keys.

In a tent that had 1 inch plus of water in it.

There was a flash thunderstorm at the pit party....we partied in the brief but heavy rain. I guess I wasn't thinking when I got into the tent later that night and fell asleep. I have never in my life woken up with muscle cramps like that....wow.

Someones porch.

It was the back porch. I don't even recall who's party or house it was. I guess I needed a siesta.

In the hallway at my cousins party.

NEVER mix different booze. Bad idea! On the menu that night....1 quart of lemon gin, 6 pack Mooshead pale ale and a 1.5l bottle of Kelly's wine/port (it's like hermit's wine). I woke up with half the wine...and a huge elephant sitting on my head.

Walking across the room at a party.

Yup... on the move even. Lights out!! BAM! That was a bad evening. I woke up with my head under the bathroom sink tap getting soaked.

In a ditch.

I was hitchhiking to a friends house in the middle of the night. i remember resting against a guardrail, then being on the ground behind the rail a little ways over the bank. Must have been comfortable, I was there for a while.

I will add to this list as the memories return.

This is a picture of me around 1995..... that is me with tipping the vodka (check out the suave hair, there's little more than I have now)

That was breakfast. Gotta get the day going.

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