Blackout.

I’m going to tell you guys about the time I got black out drunk.
Only because I need a laugh.
I was just barely 16. Probably 16 and a month.
Oh god. Hahahah.
I had a two liter bottle of vodka.
FROM MEXICO.
That shit fucks you up.
This is where I got my nickname. BT-DUBS.
My friend and I ditched school lunch to go to a local sub shop. When lunch was over we decided that we didn’t want to go back to school.
AND I HAD VODKA.
YES!
So we just drive around and drank.
And drank and drank.
And drank.
God. We ended up on a reservation we drove so long.
We picked up this lady and took her to the post office.
She was missing a tooth. I don’t even remember her name.
Then we had two dollars.
TWO DOLLARS.
So we go to the casino.
I can barely fucking walk.
That’s how drunk I am.
“Give me a piggy back.”
“No.”
“Doooooooo it.”
“Darling we’re both gone.”
(We’re not dating or anything. I’m from the south so I call everyone darling and they call me darling right back.)
“Then grab my waist.”
“Oh God. Ready?”
“We got this.”
Fuck. We didn’t win shit.
Then I start freaking out as we’re walking out.
“They know. They know.”
“Know what sugar?”
“Austin.”
“They don’t know that you’re my best friend?”
“Yep.”
And we were out.
I don’t even remember fucking getting back in my car.
So apparently we just drive around for the longest time. We lost the bottle.
Correction.
I LOST THE BOTTLE.
Later, Austin told me that I told him to stop in a field. I ran out into it. Fell down. Dropped the bottle and forgot to pick it back up.
The next day, the vice principal tries to talk to me about it. I have no idea what the fuck he’s saying.
I SLEPT ALL NIGHT AND THEN I WAS STILL DRUNK.
God.
It was terrible.
Then my best friend said that I was on ‘E’.
I’m like, what. I did not fucking sign up for that.
Fuck no.
Nah. My car was on E.
Hahahahah.
The cops got involved and everything.
The next weekend he got a DUI.
Got sent away.
I miss that kid.
XOXO
-Shel