THE SHEP BLOG

Its A Diadeloso Miracle...that I'm alive.

A Precursor:
This is the drunkest I've ever been...ever. That's saying alot. I've thrown up in a half dozen bars, blacked-out, and made an ass of myself on several occassions. So this is a truly "special" story.

It started out with four or five stiff bloody mary's and then it took a turn for the worst.

I got off with Ford Burdett's cousin and started taking beer bongs. I can't really recall how many I actually had, but Dub and Woody came over at one point and said they saw me do five in approximatly ten minutes. I was over there for two hours total.

I couldn't stand up strait, I tried to sit on a stool with little success.

I cornered Mark Shepherd at one point and talked to him for a long while telling him he was a "hustler," and that we have the same last name, in case he didn't know.

I somehow rode a bike down the street, and then threw it.

I asked a girl when we were going to "hook up".

Keene took my keys away, this will come into play later.

A dog peed on my leg and no one would tell me who's dog it was.

Things I don't remember:
-It getting dark outside
-how many beer bongs I had
-half the conversations I had
-I was told I wasn't speaking clearly...to the point no one could understand me.
-who took me home
-Keene and Boss came by my house to check on me. They told me later my door was open and I was curled up in my bed.
-Keene put my keys in my ass.
-I woke up with my keys on the table next to the bed.

Lord have mercy on me...