back when i was in college, my theory on drinking was : i drink until i can't remember. i was a very very heavy drinker. a lot of my frat buddies were pretty worried about me. one instance in particular. i left work at about ten thirty or so one morning and went to my buddies house, it was his birthday so i woke him up and we cracked our first beers at eleven in the morning (mind you i hadnt slept at all the night before because i was shrooming) anyways about four o'clock im sitting outside his place totally fucked, i couldn't even string two words together. so i went home and passed out, another friend of mine had come into town, so he came by my house around ten o'clock and woke me up. i was still drunk when i woke up, so i figured i was that much ahead of the game and started drinking again. well after who knows how much jack and beer i had consumed i started puking, a buddy of mine comes into the bathroom, sees my eyes and realizes that i had been puking, well after that i went right back to the bottle of jack i was abusing, he says to me: hey man, you gotta be careful drinking like that. later on that night i was puking up blood.

usually it would take about a case of beer for me to get to the point i was aiming at. but nowadays i drink to catch a pretty good buzz, drunk, but not so drunk where im blacked out and trying to fight everyone. these days, about ten to fifteen and i'm ready to call it quits.