Back to Adam's original post, I've got to share this, though I should probably keep it to myself. When I was studying in Russia bak in '94 - '95, we drank a lot of vodka, just because that's what everyone drinks; older 'civilised' people just eat a lot while they're drinking it, and the rest eat only a little. Okay, to get to the point, one day my friend and I were listening to 'The Long and Winding Road' with one headphone (we each got one ear) and drinking vodka and crying - don't ask - and just kind of carried on like that and on and on until I got inspired! And I started writing feverishly - I remember that much. Apparently I was taking the notebook with me into the loo and everything. I wrote and wrote until I suppose I fell asleep. Next morning I wake up with a horrible headache - surprise - and then remembered all this writing. I was so curious, so I found the notebook and looked at it, and you know, I filled half a notebook with gibberish. It made no sense at all. Scrambled right brain, eh?

No Ani! It was art! One day, probably when you've popped your clogs, it will be famous - like in Bill and Ted, 'every rose has it's thorn, dude!'

I did something similar when I was about 16 - but it wasn't vodka and that's all I'm saying! I managed to salvage some of the nonsense and turn it into a song, though!

was it agadoo?

Art? If only!

Actually it's probably somewhere in my mom's basement. I've got a whole life lost in brown boxes down there. Maybe from the distance of ten years I could ascribe some meaning to it - meaning which in many instances would not only include interpreting what letters and words I see, but which language! LOL

I have a similar batch of boxes, but they go to wherever I live, and if anyone ever reads the contents I'll have to kill them.

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Agadoo! Haha! Possibly as nonsensical, but definitely not the sort of thing that your aunt would dance to at a family party.

Ha-Ani that is so funny.
I did the same thing once, the next day when I read it, it seems I managed to say the same exact thing in 50 different ways.

I tried to write a story while hopped up on coke once, but I kept wanting to take the next line instead of write the next word.

Skippoo, was it Ebenezer Goode?

I'm amazed by people who can drink and write, I certainly can't. Makes me think, though, of that scene from Sideways: "You didn't drink and dial, did you?"

Adele.

I had to hide my phones before I took my first drink of the day, because drunk dialing got me into too much trouble.

I had a girlfriend call me back the next day once crying her eyes out. I asked her what was wrong. She said,"You don't remember anything you said last night, do you?"

Adam, that's very poignant; you should write about it.

Ha! You just reminded of my worst drunk dial ever:

I had gotten in an argument with some girl I knew, over the phone, in turn she threatened to send her black boyfriends over to my apartment to beat me up. I said, "Bring it on, I'll be outside waiting."

So I sat outside my apartment in my chair, shitfaced, waiting. Then passed out. I woke up with a gash in my head the size of Texas. Blood everywhere. Somehow I had made it to my bed inside the apartment. The sheets and pillows were drenched in blood. Needless to say I never talked to that girl again. What a psycho.

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sorry that should read "big black boyfriends"

Hmm, not that poignant after all...