So it's been a while since my last drunken story. I have another, rather short one, that I can recall. I do not recall the exact year these events took place. If I had to guess it would have been mid-1980s.

So while I was hanging out with a couple of friends, we were getting stoned at Marry's apartment, passing joints and ripping bongs. My friend "K to the B" said "hey dude, let's go see your bro and see what he's up to!" So I decided to call him up and talked with my younger brother. My brother said to me "look dude, I just threw a massive party here the last two days, I'm tired as fuck, I got to have some sleep and clean this place up a bit." So I told my friends "sorry, no deal, he's been too busy and tired."

Well hours pass, and now we start drinking.... tequila! You'll soon understand why this gets bad. It is very common for people to get rowdy and belligerent when drinking too much tequila. Anyhow, me and my friend were knocking back shots and decided to let Marry (who was the only one who was not drinking) drive us to my brother's house anyway. Why!? Well, because we had tequila and could give a fuck less, that's why!

So we show up, completely uninvited, stoned and tipsy, pounding on his door to let us in. Needless to say: he was pissed!!! I tried to calm him down and said "hey, get some rest, we'll wait till you get up, we'll just hang out here and drink." So while he is complaining to me, my friend breaks out the bottle of tequila and we start knocking more shots back and forth, while my brother is yelling at us to get out of his house. We did not budge. We were stoned, drunk and laughing.... until.... my brother got physical with me.

He tried to shove me towards the door and was saying "get the hell out of here you assholes!" Now.... normally, I would have. Normally I would have apologized and left. I did not, because I was drunk as hell off tequila. Next thing we knew, punches were thrown. It was me wrestling my poor tired brother, drunk as fuck, inebriated. I remember tackling him down as he was punching me, and we began to whale on one another. Blood was coming out of my nose, busted lip too, he was on the floor with me on top. He rolls over and starts to puke all over the floor. So Marry tries to break up the fight, tries to help my brother up. The whole time this was taking place my friend "K to the B" was drinking the rest of the bottle laughing his ass off.

Once my brother got back up, he tackled me right into the table! It broke the table. He started to beat me bloody, the carpet had blood stains all over the place. Broken table. Knocked over chairs. Marry eventually left with my friend. I don't even recall what happened after that.... until 8 or 10 hours later.... I found myself in a guestroom bed, covered in blood. I told my brother afterwords "dude I am so so sorry" but he just looked at me and said "forget it, just leave and get your life back together for God's sake!"

Me and my brother made up weeks later, we still love one another, but that had to have been THE most bitter drunken fight I had ever had in my life! Needless to say, we get along fine today and this is all in the past.

Wholesome story man. Pretty soon no one will be allowed to drive drunk ever again. Only AI will have licence to drive in the future :P

I have another binge drinking story, this time a shorter one. Luckily it did not end up in tragedy but it did come close. This too is a lesson never to drink a lot and drive home.

The date to this story is unknown. I only recall it happened within the last 20 years or so, when I was drinking much more heavily than I do today. I was at my house and invited a friend and his wife to come over. His wife was not up to hanging out at the time so just my friend came over. We decided to smoke a cigar and crack open a bottle of bourbon whiskey. The night wasn't a crazy party, just two drunks hanging out and joking around with one another, drinking whiskey like drunken sailors.

We turned some music up in the background for a while, talking about all the crazy rock 'n roll music we used to listen to back in the day (Scorpions, Deep Purple, Focus, Wicked Lady, Black Sabbath, Nazareth et al). So as we were getting drunk of course we cranked the music louder and got a lot louder ourselves, joking around, laughing and acting stupid.

Well eventually it was around 2AM in the morning. We drank the whole bottle of bourbon and I decide to open another bottle I had stashed away for another day. In the meantime my friend's cell phone had been ringing and ringing only we never heard it. It was his wife, she was pissed he had not returned back yet or answered his phone. Of-course I was stupid drunk and told him to "forget about it for now" so we keep on drinking more bourbon and decided to shut off the music.

At this point it's past 3AM. We went through almost another half bottle. We were both drunk AF. My friend says to me "look I got to get home, I got to go home, I stayed longer than I said I would." I, in the most belligerent drunken manner, grabbed the bottle as said to him "not until we finish this!" Of-course he is very hesitant but I pour us another glass anyway. He, also in belligerent drunken manner, chugs the whole glass of whiskey down and said to me "I'm going now, I'll see you some other time."

So he left and I am so drunk I decide I'm finally going to bed. While in bed I start thinking to myself "fuck, we drank A LOT, he chugged his last glass down right before leaving." I fell asleep pretty quick. The next morning I couldn't help but worry about him or what could have happened. It was this sense of dread and worry, as I could have gotten him killed while driving back home so drunk.

Later in the day he calls me out of the blue. He said to me "I almost died last night." He said he was falling asleep nodding out while in the vehicle and woke up to a trucker honking his horn and flashing the headlights at him. He was close to driving off the road and crashing! A night time trucker saved his life.

That day we vowed NEVER to allow anyone to leave our homes driving that drunk ever again.

It's the same with barbiturates and benzodiazepines, when they first came out they were commonly used despite being very dangerous and addictive. As time goes on society finds out the hard way and pressure is put on the medical industry to regulate the terms of prescription and doctors are put into more scrutiny. This is not the only drug that has stirred up controversy. Oxycotin also got a bad rap because back in the day so many people were being prescribed that narcotic for minute pain and became addicted. I doubt if fentanyl would be prescribed for bad back pain today, I'm sure it is more regulated and there is more scrutiny to it's prescription.

Cool story. What a crazy doctor. Who in their right mind prescribes fentanyl for that. Should have lost his licence. I have heard so many become addicted to opioids that way. Hopefully she didnt.

I have maybe a half dozen more drunken stories to tell, some funny ones, some not so funny at all. I think I'll post the rest on a week to week basis. Hopefully we will see others contributing their own silly stories too.

Part 2.  Continued.....

I was still in a state of shock we got away with this, and that Gonz was able to hold his cool the whole time, we all were forced to.

So we came back to my place. I unlock the door and head in. There she was in the living room. Gonz brother's wife, lying naked on the floor passed out. I went back outside, closed the door and immediately notified the both of them, and told his brother to put his wife to bed before we go back inside.

Me and Gonz are waiting outside. Then we heard "noooooo! noooooo! noooooo! noooooo! Oh God, oh God noooooo!" His brother came out in tears, he said she wan't responding, she wasn't breathing. I called for an ambulance, all of us not knowing what the hell else to do. I did not know what to say at that point, feeling like a real heel. I felt so so bad. We all did.

Turns out she had very bad back pain and was being prescribed fentanyl patches by her doctor. She had previously been warned not to overuse them. Especially not to drink while using one! Of-course, I found she had been drinking some of my vodka and I was later informed she had TWO patches attached to her arm before she died!

That of-course killed our weekend despite us avoiding arrest less than an hour ago over driving intoxicated. Possibly one my worst weekends ever, most definitely worst for the three of them.

Rewind back to the early 2000s once again. This story takes place after another drag racing event, but this story is not funny. In fact it ended with tragedy, maybe a good lesson for those who are taking hard drugs (including binge drinking) to learn from.

It was me and my brother, Gonz and his brother and wife. Gonz's brother's wife decided not to go with us to the drag races that day, which was very unusual because she loved seeing the drag races and hanging out with us drunk dummies. Understandable at the time because she claimed she wasn't feeling very well and wanted to relax at my place. I said "sure, help yourself to anything you need while we are gone, call us if you need anything." Her husband re-assured her we won't get into too much trouble and be heading back right before the races end (as to beat all the traffic).

We were having lots of fun during the drag racing season, as usual, getting drunk and having a good time. When we were driving down I-44 heading back to my place after the event, Gonz is riding shotgun and I see him taking out something stashed under his seat. I'm thinking to myself "oh no not while I am driving drunk!" Yep, Gonz pulls out a little bag of cocaine and starts doing thumb bumps while we were driving back. I was thinking to myself "Fuck! If I get pulled over we all are soooooo screwed!"

Well we eventually get off the designated exit, I am headed towards the town I lived in during that time driving along an old road. All the sudden we hear sirens, those blinking red and blue lights flashing. Here is Gonz next to me, coked up and drunk out of his mind, not knowing what the hell to do. We are fucking panicking as you can imagine. So I did what I could only think of doing, I grabbed and shoved the bag of cocaine right between the back bottom of my seat to conceal it.

The problem was, we were all passed the alcohol limit at this point, no way to lie to a cop about that, so I did my best to sober up as much as I could and tell him the truth, calmly. He did the routine first, asked for my drivers license, went back to check on it. Meanwhile all of us in the van were re-assuring ourselves to "stay calm, we will get through this!"...

Cop comes back. I told the cop "sir, we were just heading to my place after attending a drag racing event, I am almost home." The cop looks at me and asks "have you been drinking?"... Now I know I could not lie, if I got caught in a lie it would be THE END for our weekend and possibly ruin our lives in the process! He would have the whole fucking vehicle searched if we were caught lying. So I said, calmly, "yes sir, I had a few beers this afternoon." He looks at me and asks me to get out of the vehicle. He tells me "walk a straight line, stop when I tell you to." So I proceeded. Fortunately I was balanced enough suggesting I could feasibly make it home which he knew was only around 4 miles away.... The cop looks at me and says "normally I would have you take a breathalyzer by now and you would have been caught lying to me and have been arrested, but you did not lie to me and I appreciate that.... I'll tell you what, I will overlook it this time, just get back home safely and do not go back out tonight." I thanked him and we went on our way.

Part 1. To be continued....

uber cool nothing like a crowd sourced investigation! But yeah probably smart to bleep out names first

There was a criminal investigation into Gino's death because he died of an overdose and his family soon later found a tote full of drugs stashed under his bed, including cocaine. If you ever hear the message he left on my answering machine hours before his death you would probably understand why I said what I said. Bare in mind this was back in the days we all still had landline, so it was a magnetic tape recording. Gino was definitely intoxicated when he left me that recorded message but that loud clashing around of things near the end of the message with sudden silence was, well, very strange.

I'll consider uploading that recording sometime in a reply comment, I must bleep out any names for privacy reasons.

Mystery and criminal investigations. Sounds like a case we need to solve !

Flashback to the 1980s. It's Gino!!! RIP. Gino was a family man, he raised two sons but got divorced back in the late 1980s over his wife's resentment to his alcoholism among other bad habits. Three things you understood about Gino very quickly after befriending him. One, he loved his cigars. Two, he loved his booze. Three, even though he loved his family and raised his sons very well, he had some drug addiction problems (he enjoyed coke and pain killers).

I got a few stories about Gino... I even still have a digital copy from an answering machine recording from him HOURS before he died. I really wish I could post it but I would have to edit out any mentioned names and locations, maybe at some point when I am comfortable releasing it I will post it here... That recording in and of itself makes one hell of a mystery. Probably worthy of a criminal investigation but I'll leave it at that for now.

Anyway. Fast forward many years later, early 2000s. Me and a few buddies, including Gino, "Gonz" and his brother (and brother's wife), "DM" and his girl, "K to the B", we all were taking a weekend off to go see the drag races at the Gateway drag strips near St. Louis. We had bought tons of booze that weekend, I think 300 dollars worth which was a lot back then. Gino is driving separately that year to meet up with us. I remember him getting out of his car, already noticeably intoxicated.

So we go show our tickets, walk around for a while in the public venue and take our seats. We watch the first round or so of "funny cars", drinking and smoking. Traditional really. Later on we decide "let's go to the pits!" So we are walking around the pits, listening to the extremely loud engines revving, toxic nitromethane burning up our eyes and nostrils all over the air, with Gonz drunk as fuck purposely breathing in as much nitromethane smoke as he could handle right in front of the exhaust (this would be next to impossible to do sober, and very unhealthy). Gino on the other hand is staggering behind trying his best to, well, keep up with the rest of us drunks.

We all decide "ok, it's time to go back to the stands" meaning the other big boys are going to race very soon. So we did. Eventually I noticed, "hey, what the hell happened to Gino!?" He was missing this round of dragsters which was unlike him. So after that round of 12 or so races, we decide to go find Gino. We start heading out and remember the last time we saw him was in the pits, so we start walking to the pits. Sooner or later, we find Gino! Only Gino was passed out in the back of an emergency service ATV! Snoring with his mouth open, drooling on himself, in the middle of the pits, with the engines revving as loud as nearby thunder. "Fuck, he took too many pain killers with his booze!" LOL.

I don't remember all that much what else happened later that day, nor do I know when Gino woke up and drove back home. After the races I do believe we tried to find him again to no avail. That evening was one big blur. Of-course when we got back to my place it was party central all over again, cocaine and booze. One thing I do remember, I was sicker than a dying dog when that weekend was over!

Kek nice with a wholesome story

There was a dude I used to hang out with, 20+ years ago. Let's just call him Gonz. Gonz used to drink a liter of vodka every single day. During public events he would have his small cooler of "water bottles" but only half were actually water, which he covertly marked to identify. Gonz used to get into all kinds of trouble, he would get too drunk at ball games, drag and NASCAR races, social events, parties, festivals, bars, you name it. This guy would get kicked out of everywhere, often resulting in fights and sometimes if unlucky, under arrest.

So flashback to the 1990s. Me and some buddies go to a public park festival with Gonz. Yes he had his cooler of-course. There were live gigs with bands playing, small sport events nearby, people selling hotdogs and tacos in cooking stands, etc. We were joking around, hanging out, drinking, teasing women and having lots of fun. 

A couple hours pass. We walk around and see this tent stand set up and it had a breathalyzer tester on the table, people waiting in line to test how much alcohol they consumed for fun. OK, duh!, Gonz starts waiting in line. Once it was his turn he breathes into the breathalyzer.  It reads 4.6  (note "over the limit" is 0.8)  and the guy reading it is baffled, he looks up at Gonz and says "sir.... you should be dead." Gonz then throws his arms and hands up in the air and shouts "yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" as if he won a contest.

Never been a drinker myself but it's always facinating to hear peoples experience with it. So many people are abusing alcohol it's crazy. The allure of it must be real. In spite of its addictiveness, where I'm from a beer is considered soft drink.

For those who wish to know what life as a binge drinker can be like, and what kind of crazy experiences it could lead to, I would recommend watching an older movie called "Wake In Fright" from 1971. Although not based on a true story, as someone who has experienced a lot of binge drinking myself, I can assure everyone this movie was very realistic when it came the storyline and acting all revolved around binge drinkers.

I really could add a lot to this thread, I have some personal stories that are rather humorous (and demoralizingly pathetic too). I'll think about posting some at a later time but I'll have to exclude or obfuscate names for privacy sake. I don't want anyone else lurking here who might easily identify who I am either.

I've had a long past indulging in binge drinking. I've known people who died from it, ruined lives, some people I know today who are now suffering health problems over the years from binging. Talking mostly hard booze, not so much beer.

I'm an alcoholic myself. Duhhh! Still drink but I'm an "every other night" drinker. Half a bottle a whiskey is a decent occasional night time "fix" for me, but I do not touch booze during day time hours. Unlike many others I have known. Regardless I still like to indulge and have accepted my addiction and the outcome of suffering deteriorating health because of it.

During my lifetime I've tried the following drugs: marijuana, prescription narcotics, benzos, crack rock, cocaine, amphetamine, shrooms and huffing ether. I've personally know other people who did all that, and much more too.

What may seem ironic to many here is, out of all those drugs I have done in my past, I enjoy hard liquor the most even though it is by far the most mundane peasant drug. You drink enough booze and it basically substitutes as a narcotic (same for addiction). Stating the obvious fyi. A gradual shot here and there can give you more energy. It can make you feel pretty good and also makes you more social. In  *moderation*  it is easier to control your behavior than using most other hard drugs. You also become well aware once you get into 'tipsy' territory so you can slow it down, if need be. Plus, it's legal and rather cheap.

Alcohol does however, like any other hard drug, includes risk when abused. There are times when abused people deeply embarrass themselves by their actions. You could do something that gets you into serious legal trouble with the law. Alcohol is just another hard drug after all. It is certainly not the drug of choice for everyone, and can impact some more severely than others. Although to be fair, there are plenty far more dangerous hard drugs out there.