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I've had a lot to drink tonight, so I'll keep this short. Most of my
fellow Americans think I'm long dead and gone. But I'm still here, and
I'm right here in Seattle! I don't make many public appearances
anymore. Well, unless I've had a few too many whiskey pops and some
girl follows me into the men's bathroom, BEGGING to see me. But I
digress. What I really wanted to say is... wait, who are you? Oh yeah.
Sorry. Hoo-wee! Alzheimer's is a BITCH, lemme tell ya. Do you have any jelly beans? ANNNYway... I
just wanted to say to all you folks who were at the Westlake Park
"teabagger" protest—what the hell WAS that?! Even I don't
understand you guys. And "teabagging"? I don't think you REALLY know
what that means. Let's just say, where I live now, I'm much closer to
the "bag" than the "tea." My friends, teabagging is not the solution;
teabagging is the PROBLEM. Tear down this bar! ![]()
Maybe it's a way to put my alcoholic nights of drinking alone into another perspective, it could be worse. Sure these people are having more fun than me, but at what price? Drunk of the Week provides the perfect propaganda form to convince myself I am not the antithesis of my hopes and dreams...not yet anyway. It is that little something that lets me feel like I'm better than someone else. Giving me that something to look down on and ridicule others. What would I have without Drunk of the Week?
Here's to Kelly O, for showing me that my life isn't as bad as it could be.
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Film
http://apocalypsetattoo.com/gallery/view…
fan-fucking-tastic!
Kelly O, yet another amazingly drunk person you have brought to us, tanxxx be to you. Keep it coming!








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