This is the most recent event and also represents the end of my public drinking escapades. It started casually at a chicks house a town over. Sippin on brew, token on blunts, and laughing at various porponents of the night. I wasn't looking to get too hammered because I was with my girl and shots always lead to a permantely soft dick. But as soon as she left due to her mom's calling I ditched the brew and the let sweet burn of whiskey flow like a river during a flood down my throat. At this point I'm smoking cigs like candy and everything I say is halirious and everyone is delightfully glowing of beauty. My friend motions to me proclaiming that we should head back to his house in the 30 mins to get some sleep. The was my que to drink as much as possible so I can be a belligerent asshole as soon as we hit the road. I started by walking over to the local crack whore and stealing her bottle of Bacardi Rum and taking it straight to the face. I feel generally queesy and I'm walking around with a boner (I never see the people at this party so I could care less) and a smile. Next I go into the host's laundry room and began to spew all over what looked like either a dirty clothes pile or a pile of recently cleaned clothes. After this I'm feeling quite refreshed and a head into a room to the left where I find three turtles in a tank. I pick up the turtles and begin hiding them around the house. One in a cereal box, another in a bed, and the last the soiled clothes pile. Once this was through I gathered my friends and we were off.
We head to my friend Billy's house, but are into too much of a daze to take the safer shortcuts. So we find ourselves wandering the main streets. At this point I'm out of control and no one was gonna stop me. I began taken out mailboxes one by one, even throwing one through a car window. Then we reach the local church, with ground lights surrounding it. I began to take them out as well, and this was followed by the ever haunting yet inevitable police sirens. We were able to safely make it back to Billys house, but my guilty conscience has been kicking my ass ever since.