they’ll fight, they’ll spit,
maybe they might even throw some punches at you
both verbally and physically.
some people get very bold and sexual when they drink.
i got drunk with someone who after a while started having conversations with people who werent there.
at first the gentleman was talking to me, but then he was conversing to what seemed to be intellectual stock traders:
“Even though Europe is a mess and GM unfairly benefited from the bailout, i’m bullish about them,” he said to the wall.
me, im a happy drunk. all i see are lollipops and unicorns.
baby tigers sleeping with vicious pit bulls on my waterbed.
so happy i might even write you a little email while i take a leak at the hotel bar.
so loving i might put my hand on your leg and put my other hand on your hand when you put your hand on my hand.
but i am also a tad more reserved. the body goes into overdrive.
i get quieter. i listen like crazy. even to the breaths in between.
one of my heros is harry caray, the brillant cubs announcer of olden times
who legend has it was often tipsy as he delivered the play-by-play.
pretty sure that wouldnt work for me as all id say is
god i love baseball.
isnt baseball wonderful, merle?
and then for a half inning all youd hear are the sounds of the game.
john cage meets a batting cage.