A Pirate’s life isn’t for me (Tales of Jolly pt. 1)
One of the good and unsound realities of living in Seattle is the plethora of high gravity beer. For conventional people this is a good thing. For me however it is the catalyst for poor decisions and embarrassing behaviour. When I start drinking my sense of responsible consumption goes out the window. This of course is exacerbated with higher alcohol beer, which brings me to my new ex-crony Maritime’s Jolly Roger Christmas Ale. I have no idea what the percentage is in this stuff but I sure react to it. It would help if I didn’t drink it like I was drinking PBR but that requires too much responsibility on my part. Good old Jolly has helped me to make an ass of myself twice in public, the second time causing me to swear him off. I took a couple of pulls of one the next day for recovery purposes then dumped the rest. Yes, yes alcohol abuse or whatever, just bite me. Before my second incident I was staying in one night and wrote a couple of blogs while under Jolly’s influence. Incidentally it was only two but I still had a pretty good buzz. Much more than if I drank a six-pack of Guinness. Anyway the next two posts were from that night. Reading them now they seem pretty raw and because of that I’ve been holding off on posting them. I suppose I should qualify them better or add more explanation. However on the other hand I do like them in their unadulterated drunken form so I’m going to leave them be.