I’m Done…
So, after the events that transpired last night, I decided that after tonight, I am only going to drink on special occasions. Occasions such as Yule, perhaps Christmas Eve/Day (out of loneliness), New Year’s Eve, et cetera. What events, you ask? Well, let me tell you.
Last night, not even planning on going out, I did. I went to a bar with a few of my Marines and hung out for a little while. Then, about half an hour after we got there, one of my friends, who I went to Iraq with, came in. Jeffrey Hicks. He was cool at first, then he reclaimed the title of two-beer queer. He was pretty much intoxicated before we left that place.
When we did leave, we went to another bar in that same area where he continued to drink until it was time to go. We all had fun, right one, right on.
We got back to my room. Hicks doesn’t live on my base, but I told him he could stay in my room, hell, he was my roommate in Iraq for seven months, no big deal. Well, we got there, and he decided that he wanted to play my keyboard. I wanted to go back out, so I was trying to get him to go to sleep, but it wasn’t happening.
Soon, enough, he started hallucinating, or something, arguing with one of my walls, and acting all possessed. Then, he was being stupid, so I put him in a choke hold. When I let him go, his face smacked the floor, resulting in the image below. I took him to the ER, and the scanned his head and all that.
Moral of the story is, if I meet you somewhere, don’t get stupid, or you’ll look like that guy.
Good grief!! Is Jeff OK Jon? Hope he learns not to drink to excess! Sometimes being a friend has scary consequences, like looking after them when they do something STOOOPID! Oh well, take care of yourself, Hugs as always!