WTF with all the drunk stories…
Man, I am digging up these spastic and repellant stories from some
place weird. Maybe it’s the mudflats of Asylum Lake,
next to the rotted and rusted out shell of a ‘73 Dodge Dart that used
to be red with a white vinyl 1/2 top and white seats, and a 340 under
the hood. I think a snapping turtle that was shoved into the
muck with a canoe paddle by some brainless 9th grade retard on
skip day (who probably got busted by his dad and defended by his mom),
took up residence there in that car, waiting for some kid named Dan to
come down and see it it was true that a couple hoodlums drove it into
the lake. But I digress…
Anyway, if these stories were all from just one person (or 3 or 4) than Jeebus, what
a (bunch of) drunken reprobate(s)! (Even if most of this stuff is 15-20
years old). Nimrods, WT, frat boys and Big 10
college students is what this sounds like. Or drunks. (Naw,
not that. They gotta be responsible adults by this point (unless
I am not looking into the mysterious past, or cartoon land, but into
someones dark and twisted FUTURE instead)).
