Not sure how I got there, but here's a small list of what I consumed yesterday night.

7 shots of vodka to start the night off.
Open bar + no admission fee = 4 beers
Walked 20 fucking blocks to find my other friends. Went to another bar, friend gave me her appletini, rum n coke, friend bought me a beer.
Walked around some more, mind is pretty much drawing a blank at this point.
Ended up in another bar, rum n coke.
Friends bought juices (similar to 4loco...bad shit). Had one of those.
Friend stuffed a chicken nugget in my mouth.
Black n Milds.
Woke up in Harlem.

LOL, IRL. And I thought I was Captain Intoxicants this weekend. But I didn't wake up in Harlem.

Joose and Four Loko are fucking evil incarnate distilled down to liquid.

Yep, I'm surprised I didn't vomit last night. My liver has been working overtime this weekend.

I too have had freak accident nights where I REALLY REALLY should have thrown up.
I am fairly weak stomached.


However, around 7 shots of Knob Creek and multiple rum and cokes should have killed me.

I don't drink that shit. I'm class all the way. My tranny friend drinks that garbage 'cause she's broke, and... Yikes. We got so goddamn fuctup on Friday. I wasn't planning on going out at all, but my one photographer friend stopped by band practice, and we hit up the local gothbar, and ran into the aforementioned, wound up at my studio drinking Crown out of a flask and consuming things. And then went out again until the bars in Buffalo closed, getting uberdrunk to mellow out. I woke up at like six the next night, I'll put it that way. Lather rinse repeat last night, pretty much. Different people, same result.

I've actually taken to liking Knob Creek lately, as long as I have it on the rocks. I'm still not a fan neat. I like my Maker's.

I think last Halloween I had something like sixteen rum-and-cokes and Ms. D was so trashed she didn't recognize me.

That's how you ended up there.

The pursuit of Black n Mild pleasure brings nothing but sorrow.

The black n milds definitely didn't do me any good. Always feel like crap if I smoke when I'm drinking.

4loco fucking sucks. All the valley chicks drink that shit while I just talk shit about it.

Sounds like an excellent weekend my mapz cohorts had. I was not as fortunate to spend it drinking other than a few torched cherry and cokes Saturday, and Maker's last night, but I did managed to wash down a few Jameson's on Friday at the gig. (They don't have Makers at this establishment. )

Waking up in Harlem always mean the night before was interesting

Woke Up in Harlem would make a hilarious song.

'Woke up in Harlem with a Tranny in my arms......"

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Oh ya.... Is your ashenhole ok?

Mine's fine. I managed to avoid buggery. I merely engaged in substance abuse.

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If I had proper recording gear I'd lay down a bass track for that.