I’m thinking you’re just trolling here, but you do realize it shot through the roof under Biden right?
I know I had a lot of great nights at Dub’s but for some reason I do t seem to be able to remember them.
I remember waking up next to an azalea bush after a kegger. Pretty sure I had a great time the night before, I think.
I've come to the conclusion that they are quite wiser than we were. Buried 2 tight drinking buds earlier this year. Another the year prior. Just found out today that another hard core drinking bud died approx 8 years ago. The drinking bud who told me, was hospitalized several times for psychological breakdowns. A very close rely sits in prison as I write this...as I sit at a pub, whose founder was yet another hard core drinking bud...who died in his mid/later 40's... I could go on, but as I survey the collateral damage of so many hard drinking buds from back in the day... I am grateful as hell that my kids merely dabble in alcohol, where we basically bathed and drowned ourselves in it. Shit's #$%#&n poison. cheers.
I woke up on the diving board at Hawaiian Village(I think that was the place). Then took an hour or so to find my car.
I woke up once to a cop kicking me in the ribs, to see if i was alive--woke slowly up to a brilliant light show of various sirens from a fire truck, a paramedic bus, an ambulance, and 2 cop cars. Apparently, I'd been reported as a corpse. Passed out on a couple of trash bags a 2nd story neighbor put out in front of her apartment to take out the following morning. Told the cops I had a pledge drive me home (why they didn't arrest my sorry ass, and escorted me to my apt instead). Asked my roommate to give me a ride downtown to retrieve my car (like 6:30 am) b4 it got towed... he went outside to start/warm engine, came back in, told me my car was out front. The memory slowly crept in to focus--no pledge drove me home; I drove a couple of pledges home, b4 making my way back to our apt complex. Blacked out smashed, auto piloted home, but still too wasted to remember which unit in the apt complex was ours... Drove from Jax to Miami after bars closed down and parties all died down after FL-GA one year (was all over i-95, averaging 95 mph...)... Punched a NO cop in the gut in NOLA, during mardi gras (after he put me in a choke hold, and thereby got out of it...)... ...many more such stories... I shoulda been dead (or imprisoned) long, long ago, and yet here I am, while so many of the cats I ran with, are gone (survivor's guilt?). Alcohol has got to be the devil's most favored device /mechanism for luring and capturing souls.
There was a shortage of hydroxychlooquine during Covid. The pharmacies would only provide 1 weeks worth of medicine
