Drunken sailor and the mystery fire

Posted on June 19, 2009
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After a very exhausting lacrosse game downtown, I went to my hotel room and began drinking a few beers. I was already tired and dehydrated, so I became drunk very fast.

The next day I awake standing in the corner of an elevator populated with empty beer cans and business suited people leaving for work. I had to go down to the station and explain myself to a guard who followed my trail of benevolent destruction and disarray in the path of my intoxication which included knocking framed pictures off walls, drawing penises and mustaches on statues, and cutting the phone line to hallway telecommunication devices and wearing the wire atop my forehead like a sweatband.

My response exclaimed how it’s the city’s fault for not providing air conditioning in our facility, because then I wouldn’t sweat so much and lose my bodily fluids…which I lost more of on the doors in my hallway and had to explain why my entire floor smelled like piss and natural lite.

I offered the tall skinny guard to a challenge – if I can take him down at least three times, I get to go scott free. If he wins, he does as he planned.

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