east village idiot

I’ve made some bad decisions in my life, but definitely ranking among the top 20 worst would be the amount of alcohol that I consumed on Friday night. It was one of the two times I’ve ever blacked out. Both times, coincidentally, occurred while I was in transit home from drinking. I have no recollection of getting home, but I do know that it happened very, very late (or early).

I only learned this while perusing my camera phone pictures from the weekend. I came across a picture I apparently took at 6:34am on Saturday morning. It’s a non-descript subway station - I can’t tell which one, but it’s probably on the L line given the electronic sign. There’s also a guy playing a saxophone, which is quite possibly what I deemed worthy of a picture.

I wish I had turned the camera around on myself, so I could figure out if I had my favorite fleece jacket on at the time. Aside from my liver, that jacket is the only other known victim of Friday night’s activities.

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