It's amazing what can set off some pretty ridiculous memories.
My Monday night started off pretty solid, it was me and Kyle, hanging around in his basement, pounding back some Sam Adams' and playing some video games. We dicked around with Pac-Man Championship Edition on his 360, then we moved onto the Namco Museum Remix on the Wii. My only complaint with that game is that they packaged some shitty Pac-Man classics onto that. Pac & Pal? Super Pac-Man? Fuck that. But there was one game that brought back some horrible memories. The booze didn't help either.
Where it all began.
Some of you might not know, but I wasn't directly involved in Ms. Pac-Man. I was too drunk and slept in that day, completely missing the shoot. They had someone else fill in for me, her name was Sue. We didn't see much of her until she came back to work with us on Pac-Mania.
It was late 1987, Pac-Mania was a hit in Arcades everywhere. To celebrate, all the cast decided to head out on a month-long Euroclub trip. We ended up drinking in a variety of places across Europe, but the most interesting spot was Finland. That was my first experience with Vodka, as silly as that sounds, but I hadn't been much of a drinker then. I was literally destroyed, I couldn't walk, I could barely talk, shit was nuts. It was Sue who carried me out of the club, but she didn't take me back into the hotel, she had other plans...
I liked Sue, she was one of those likable shy types, I thought we had hit it off pretty good the couple times we met, so I went along with her sinister plan. Actually, I would've done it anyways, I was hammered after all! She took us to one of the local Saunas, we ended up making hot, sweaty, dirty ghost love. We defiled a Finnish cultural object. I wasn't all that ashamed, I was pretty proud of myself. At first...
Not even Samuel Adams can wash away the shame.
So it turns out, she wasn't the shy type at all, she got around. After I had sobered up a little, I returned to the club and bragged about my conquest. Turns out I was the fourth guy that night! The fourth! What the fuck? Now, everytime it hurts when I pee, I freak out. For all I know, I have ghost-clap or something. Shit is messed up.
Apparently her and Pinky caught up a while back, she's been making a killing in interracial pornography. Crazy stuff. Suits her.
Anyways, I'm going to get drunk again, until next time ladies.
- Clyde.
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