Went to the emergency room early Sunday morning. Was at a friend's party. Bought a bottle. At the package store I walked around for almost 20 minutes, couldn't think of what. Went to the counter, asked for the blue one of Smirnoff. Didn't realize blue meant triple distilled. Didn't realize triple distilled meant strong. I drank the whole thing and blacked out and I guess kept drinking.
Guess that's the 3rd time ever I've blacked out, all this year. The first time was on new year's day, woke up in a bathtub with a girl pissing in front of me.
This time woke up with my head inside a CAT scan machine wearing someone else's clothes and an IV. Okay.
Yesterday I slept.
Nice bruise on my forehead and elbow. I was carried to a car by 4 men while yelling where did Brian Jones go.
I remember eating cake. I remember saying something about how I like 'bitch' drinks, and two girls I did not looking at me like they wanted to crush my head. Had to explain men are more often bitches.
I remember kicking a wall repeatedly. I remember screaming something about Three 6 Mafia.
On the other side of the partition from where I was laying when I woke up a foreign man was answering questions about his prostate cancer. He could not piss.
Beer from here a while I think.
Was going to start reading THE LOST BOOKS OF THE ODYSSEY by Zachary Mason today but then got in the mail IN THE BLIND by Eugene Marten, which I ordered after reading his thing in NEW YORK TYRANT, and started reading the first page and haven't stopped except for this. IN THE BLIND has blurbs by Gordon Lish and Brian Evenson and a comparison to SUTTREE, my second favorite book of all time. So far it more than lives up.
Good things are going to happen.