It's sort of like time travel.
I remember once I "woke up", all a sudden, walking down Melrose in Hollywood, not knowing what I had done for the past 5 days. My car was later found 200 miles away abandoned in the desert. Some idiot had stolen the passenger side window. Like WTF? π€£
DUDE...IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU GOT RAPED...HAVE YOU ASKED VINCE FOR AN ALIBI YET?
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I've never been blackout drunk, but I went on a few 3 day coke-fueled benders in my 20s and early 30s, in that same part of town; Melrose/Hollywood.
I regret nothing.
No, my butt wasn't sore. Maybe I partied with Vince though.
shareYou're correct. It is like time travel. It's pretty far out in the moment(s).
shareNot blackout-drunk, but blackout-stoned, back in the 80's after smoking Thai Stick dipped in opium oil.
I remember waking up in my bedroom the next morning, still seriously buzzed (this was at least a good 16-18 hours afterwards!), with absolutely no memory of what I did after I smoked it, or how I even managed to drive home!!π±π±π±
Only once. I had a shot of Bicardi 151 in a mixed drink and was immediately out of it. I fell asleep on a porch and then woke up at a strip club as it was for my Brother's Bachelor Party.
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