I feel how this site is so aptly named. I african-americaned out last night. First time it's ever happened to me. Drinks at the club are ridiculously pricey so we (my boy's and I) drank before we went. I was drinking Jack Daniels I will venture to say over half the bottle with a 60:40 ratio Jack to coke. Once inside I bought a round of drinks and got a double shot of Jager. Not a wise decision on my part. I vaguely remember dancing and the rest of the tale is what my boy's have told me . I believe them for the most part except the part where they said I fucked some chick and danced with a tranny (i avoided eye contact with that beast at all cost). What happened the 2.5 hours at the club I don't know. I do remember leaving because some drunk bitch told me I was drunk. I nearly fell down the stairs. I thought I was driven straight home but apparently we went to Denny's and I was so fucked up they said I opted to stay in the car. They made attempts to revive me but to no avail. I was also talkin shit to my boy about him not being able to handle his liquor (the week before he didn't even get out the car when we went to the club and threw up like a little pussy) I hung on to my manhood I haven't puked but my stomach still isn't right. I want to but I'm hanging on to my manhood. I guess I was also hugging my boy from the backseat wtf? (they took pictures) Fortunately I didn't wake up with anything written on my face. I thought I walked inside my place under my own power. Not the case they followed me in and I damned near broke my bed. I have been incoherent most of the day and in few short hours we are going to do it again . This is what it is to be 22. I don't know if I can drink however not unless my stomach feels better. I'll update you again after tonight ..Hopefully I can remember what happens.
