Enjoying a nice coffee one day on a park bench on one of our "hip" streets.
An obviously homeless dude walks up and sits beside me. We chat for a while....and he is expressign his appreciation that I stuck around to talk. He said, Most people just leave when I came sit down. thaks for the chat.
From his bulky winter jacket (it was summer), he pulls a bottle of Scope mouthwash. Asks if I mind. I say no. He offers me some, I decline....but mention that his habit will prevent gum disease, which ain't half bad.
I asked how it tastes, he said that the first few swigs burn, but you get used to it once the alcohol does its' work.
We talked for about an hour. He ended leaving before I did.
That night, had some buddies over and I wanted to see rock bottom, rather than our fancy import beer. I whip out the scope, and have a glass full. Yes, full.
I pounded it, and poured another. Once that was gone, we headed out.
I remember arriving at a chill pub....soon after our arrival I said that I needed to take a walk. made it accross the street and passed out in the park. It's pretty hazy from here....but I somehow managed to walk home.
I break into the basement bathroom, which was a shared bathroom in the rental house I was in. Got in there, feeling home free. But the door to my suite was locked. So I slept in the bathroom....but was now locked IN.
By the time my rommate came home, I was seriously MIA....panic was setting in for them because I was no where to be found....'cept I was about 10 feet away locked in the can.
Loser drunk....rock bottom....fo sho.