Wednesday, January 26, 2011


Cutty Sark, four fingers from a 6oz glass straight up, the summer after 9th grade.
I then tried to smoke waterbugs, thinking they were "just big 'ol roaches" and inflict myself upon Susan, who was spending the night with my sister. They tried to give me coffee my sister made, except she didnt know how to make coffee, and then they put me in the shower.
All this while my parents slept soundly.
I woke up the next morning, wet, covered in coffee grounds, with a black eye and a busted lip. I spent the next three days near death.


Anonymous said...

Fabulous. Who gave you the black eye? Your lyrics & my crippled guitar play and we have the Velvet Underground reunified.

(Sorry, it's a serious story too. But to cheer you up: I can't even remember my first drink, nor the second or dozens after that. It's just the Port incident ruining my grandmother's 80th birthday that sticks out, and many incidents like that.)


bulletholes said...

Susan. Its was Susan puched me when I tried to get fresh.

SL said...

Isn't it funny how so many of us have a story about a time (or times) when we drank too much and spent at least one day "near death" and still, we almost always came back for more! Great story Steve!

Anonymous said...

Slap your liver and make it quiver, have a little drink. Comb your hair and brush your teeth, have a little drink. Drink a little, drink a lot, your breath will always stink. A whiskey bottle or coffee pot, have a little drink.

Anonymous said...

Wow. Your first drinking experience was even worse than mine! Nice story