The Boy Comes Undone

Some people have a party on their birthday—some go on a trip---but I go to the hospital.

Really.

And there are a lot of ways to look at the scenario that led me there. I could talk about not eating anything for most the day, I could talk about how people kept buying my drinks, I could talk about how smoking on the patch makes one sick, could talk about some people driving me nuts and making me upset which led to more drinking or I could just own up.

There was too much booze flowing and I had to much and I am very grateful that Missy Shaun and Neddy did what they did even though I wish I remembered meeting the paramedics. That and I wish I could have saved my shirt. But I’m fine…

The legal limit is .1something something and my was . 45…. No drinking—no drinking with certain people—no drinking for a while. Good times.

I guess this stuff doesn’t stop with your 20s.