That would be me in the middle. To the left of me is my oldest brother Eric, and on the right is my brother Brian. This picture is in an anonymous pub in Dublin Ireland. I was tired of getting drunk in America, so I flew for six hours to get drunk somewhere else. As it turns out, I am the European drinking champion, having spent 63% percent of my time in Europe drunk, 30% recovering, and somehow lost 7% of my time altogether.
I am a fan of drinking. Actually, I'm a fan of pretty much a fan of doing anything that will alter me perception, but at least alcohol is legal. Although I am not usually a violent drunk, or a malicious drunk, I can be a sloppy drunk. Most people who know me have some stories of me in a drunken stupor. Stories of me throwing up in hotels, in plants, in bathtubs, toilets, Jeeps, bars, off patios, on sidewalks, on parked cars, from moving cars, out windows, in doorways, on fire escapes, off rooftops, on airplanes, on subway trains, in pizza parlors, in all you can eat sushi restaurants, in foreign countries, at house parties, and on other people are not uncommon.
This is me getting drunk in Los
Angeles, note that I am surrounded by women. Later that night I learned I am
invulnerable to fire...