I was an enormous asshole that entire night. Had only an hours worth of sleep in two days. Drank two six packs at my friends bbq, before attacking the night. I believe my friend Lou was recording the bbq conversations, and as you might imagine I shared some colorful opinions on camera. People were impressed that I could open beer bottles with a cigarette lighter, I believe because it makes a champaigne uncorking sound. It wound up being a party event, body after body approaching me for the freaky opening technique. And on camera someone offered me a "proper" bottle opener, and I went on a tirade of how those things are for fags. That only begun the tipping the wrong-o-meter fest.

And I pulled a Batman. Which apparently was "uncool" by all parties concerned. But I figured I defiled and offended enough innocent bystanders, and that I might as well cap it off by slipping away without saying goodbye. Got sloppy nachos and a few bottles of water on the way home.

Yelled various obscenties and diatribes of how it was my turn to make noise since the fucking neighborhood gets their turn while I'm sleeping. Got naked, wanked off (which in my drunk and high state took some time), and passed out.