10 March 2008
Chief asked me to post some great drinking stories. Here is my sad contribution below. But I've posted below it a link for some great historical drinking lore. I love the one about preserving Lord Nelson after his death in the container of the ship's rum supply. Though the sailor's were told to stay away, by the time the the ship got to port the rum container was bone dry save for Nelson's corpse... Now those were some sailors desperate for a drink.
I need a drink. I go to the freezer and grab the vodka. The glass is in the sink, I didn’t clean it last time just rinsed it out, but it looks pretty clean. I fill it up with ice and then open the vodka. The cap gave me trouble when I first tried to open it, so now the metal casing is split and bent up in one place. I take time to press it back carefully, so I don’t cut myself. I don’t want to reach for it later and slice my hand open.
It is early afternoon, not too early for a drunk to have a generous pour. I take a drink; it warms me as it goes down. I think of Bukowski and his character Hank who is a notorious drunk and womanizer, but I’m not living in a fantasy; not yet, not unless I go for another glass when this one is done. I take another drink, I have more to do today but it is so nice outside. Alabama in early March is a real treat for a guy like me who has lived in harsh Chicago winters for the last 17 years.
I walk outside barefoot to check the mail; the sun warms me as I open the mail box. I think that I may not get anything else done today, just sit on the porch in the sun and polish off the bottle. Instead, I drink some more and start an upper body work out. It’s easier to rationalize my drinking when I am also thinking about fitness.
I’ve cut back on going out. It’s just not the same as it was in the old days with drinking buddies. Drinking with strangers can be cool, but it leads to the same blurred end of the night, but no friend by your side to make sure you get home without putting yourself or someone else in jail.
For now, it’s me and the bottle, and that is okay. Later I’ll meet Lorraine for dinner and then she will make everything okay. —BOOZE HOUND
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