During the height of my binge drinking (late '80s) I went on a few benders that were basically suicidal. Try, a six pack of Old English 800, for starters, then as many gin and tonics as I could get down.
I was camping then, living outdoors and going to "the bar" at night. There were other drinkers like me to abuse myself with. I realized the danger I was putting myself in when, one moring I "came to" and saw, next to my bed, a huge pile of vommit and intestinal bile. Guess I had instinctively rolled to my side, puked, then gone back "to sleep" with no memory. If I hadn't rolled to my side? Probably would've suffocated on my own vommit.
Nice huh?
That's one reason, me no drinky. Been there, done that.
I was camping then, living outdoors and going to "the bar" at night. There were other drinkers like me to abuse myself with. I realized the danger I was putting myself in when, one moring I "came to" and saw, next to my bed, a huge pile of vommit and intestinal bile. Guess I had instinctively rolled to my side, puked, then gone back "to sleep" with no memory. If I hadn't rolled to my side? Probably would've suffocated on my own vommit.
Nice huh?
That's one reason, me no drinky. Been there, done that.
