Hehe....Black doug.
This is a photo journal to chronicle my decent into alcoholism.
Day one: After many near death experiences and reconstructive surgeries I've decided to deal with my PTSD with, Whiskey, Bourbon and a metric asstonne of beer.
Day two: Having worked the first night i decided to once again head to the Yellow Jack Inn and drown my sorrows.
The morning after: I can't remember much from last night, but i't seems my car has some damage and i haven't wandered far. Another thing to note is that there we're no blood stains on the car or bodies around so that's a good thing.
One Week since the start: After having my car repaired for the hefty price of $600 i decided it was a good idea to head back and make sure i payed my tab from the previous misadventure...I stayed longer then originally anticipated.
Later that day: Having being cut off at 2:30pm i was forced to drive do the liquor store and buy more beer, i swear i wasn't too drunk to drive.
A few days after that: I headed back to Yellow Jack, what can i say the ice is cold and the pool hustle is my specialty.
Apparently i was getting violent after my tenth beer and when i lost a game i just snapped (this i do not remember but these pictures were on my phone)
lol even my phone was drunky
And i did come back...every day for 3 weeks, i got to know the fine patrons of the Yellow Jack
Jane who always sits in the corner, her husband left her for a German man.
Cory and Gordon, Cory was a Monkey trainer, until he lost a testicle, Gord well he doesn't talk much but when he does it's usually about how he had to kill his son Jeffery because he was a reptilian. Both good guys really...
This was the Friday after the previous pictures. So i guess since i was half buzzed form the Scotch i had my reaction time was a bit...ungood instead of running over that stupid redneck on the bicycle i ran straight into a fruit stand.
So...to deal with that stressful situation i went to my favorite place. The Yellow Jack.
After getting my car fixed.....fuck!
#alcoholicproblems
So i thought maybe it was that car that was doing me wrong...i guess i wasn't right about that. I uh...kinda cocked up.
Twice.
So i took the old beast out to head back to the Yellow Jack....i didn't quite make it. So uh i've decided to keep drinking too make sure i'm too drunk to find my car from now on.
A Jack Spade Journal