I’ve known quite a few alkie’s in my life. One time I was talking to an AA dropout. He was all salty because his license had been revoked for too many DUIs. His claim: He deserved a blood-alcohol handicap, seeing as the first 7-8 beers had no effect on him. A .15 blood-alcohol reading rendered a zero on his buzz-o-meter. Once I made the mistake of going to a baseball game with him. Every time Frank Thomas got up to bat, the drunk would yell, “Come on big Frank, hit a homo”.
Last Sunday I attended a symphony. Boring. I hate classical music. Problem is, Mrs. is the oboe player. I tried to concentrate, and listen for her solos, but somehow I daydreamed my way through the whole 90 minutes. I kept thinking about big Frank, Mr. Drinky, and stupid stuff like that.