December 24, 2008
Merry Christmas
*Video contains foul language and maybe offensive to some. If that's you don't watch.
December 14, 2008
The Night I Saw Jesus (No Poker Content)
Hey, been a while. Poker sucks or more specifically I suck at the poker. Not sure why, but maybe that's why? Hmmm...anyway, in an effort to let you know more about me I thought I might do a series of posts on some of the more interesting, entertaining, or just plain messed up shit I've done through the years. Tonight's post centers around the 1st time I ever got really drunk.
I was just 17. Staying over at a buddies house on the Monday before Thanksgiving. I remember so much detail because we watched Monday Night Football (Raider vs. Denver I believe) that night and we didn't have school the next day because in WV schools are out that entire week for deer season (actually they don't get the full week anymore but back then we did). Anyway, we're in my buddy's basement just watching the game when he decides to raid his mom's liqueur cabinet. So for my 1st time really drinking I jumped in with both feet, right into some horrible scotch whiskey and a handful of shots of tequila. By half-time I was done, just completely wrecked and about 10 minutes from throwing up for the 1st time!
The rest of the night is a bit hazy. I remember puking several times. I remember the Raiders lost. I have hazy recollection of my friend's mom getting home and being pissed (our plan had of course been for her not to find out) but also laughing at my completely wasted ass. She made sure that I was helped (dragged) upstairs and put into a real bed. I remember I was never so happy to be in a bed in my life and then I passed out.
Now normally a story like this doesn't continue until you wake up with the world's worst hangover, hating life and cursing the light, but my story picks up several hours later when I rolled over in the bed and opened my eyes just enough to see Jesus staring back at me! He was bathed in light and looked disappointed (presumably in my choice to get drunk). I remember thinking that I must be dead or dying (I sure felt like it), deciding there was nothing I could do about it, and then I passed out again.
Next morning (late) I managed to mostly avoid the terrible hangover although I felt by no means great. As I walked through the hallway at my friends house glad to be alive, I noticed that his Catholic mother (yeah that explains the alcohol) had one of those "His eyes follow you" pictures of Jesus hanging directly across from the door opening to the room I was sleeping in. On either side of the picture were small lamps. Apparently my buddy had left those lights on that night because he thought I might need to make a quick run to the bathroom if I got sick again. What I actually saw was that picture surrounded by those lights reflecting in the wardrobe mirror in my room, but for a few brief moments on the first night I got drunk, I was a believer!
I was just 17. Staying over at a buddies house on the Monday before Thanksgiving. I remember so much detail because we watched Monday Night Football (Raider vs. Denver I believe) that night and we didn't have school the next day because in WV schools are out that entire week for deer season (actually they don't get the full week anymore but back then we did). Anyway, we're in my buddy's basement just watching the game when he decides to raid his mom's liqueur cabinet. So for my 1st time really drinking I jumped in with both feet, right into some horrible scotch whiskey and a handful of shots of tequila. By half-time I was done, just completely wrecked and about 10 minutes from throwing up for the 1st time!
The rest of the night is a bit hazy. I remember puking several times. I remember the Raiders lost. I have hazy recollection of my friend's mom getting home and being pissed (our plan had of course been for her not to find out) but also laughing at my completely wasted ass. She made sure that I was helped (dragged) upstairs and put into a real bed. I remember I was never so happy to be in a bed in my life and then I passed out.
Now normally a story like this doesn't continue until you wake up with the world's worst hangover, hating life and cursing the light, but my story picks up several hours later when I rolled over in the bed and opened my eyes just enough to see Jesus staring back at me! He was bathed in light and looked disappointed (presumably in my choice to get drunk). I remember thinking that I must be dead or dying (I sure felt like it), deciding there was nothing I could do about it, and then I passed out again.
Next morning (late) I managed to mostly avoid the terrible hangover although I felt by no means great. As I walked through the hallway at my friends house glad to be alive, I noticed that his Catholic mother (yeah that explains the alcohol) had one of those "His eyes follow you" pictures of Jesus hanging directly across from the door opening to the room I was sleeping in. On either side of the picture were small lamps. Apparently my buddy had left those lights on that night because he thought I might need to make a quick run to the bathroom if I got sick again. What I actually saw was that picture surrounded by those lights reflecting in the wardrobe mirror in my room, but for a few brief moments on the first night I got drunk, I was a believer!
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