I generally do my drinking at home; when I drive or have a drink or two I always follow what was taught to me in Breathalyzer school.
neve understod the drivign around drunk apea...I guess we ahd it easy..soem freinds with smart parents who let us drink their(mine where as well, no goin g out on school nights...any other night, jsut call hoem and let them know whee I was sleepign it off) also a few freinds with their own place.
as my kids get older I hope I can get it through ther heads...don't drive drunk, don't let anyone else either...if your all drunk, and you can't stay where you are, give dad a call.
when you get on the whiskey (3x)
when you get on that whiskey
let
some
body
else
drive
john anderson
one of the reasons folks close to me are glad i finally sobered up is that as much as i hate cliche, i drink like an indian. appearing stone sober until very very drunk.
when folks on the rez complain about your driving, steps should be taken.
Your grandmother called "Sook," was her real name Susan?
"Sookie" is a common nickname for Susan in parts of Appalachia.
My grandmother's real name was Zura Belle (as in Missouri Bell, but her parents were illiterate -- some of her siblings were named Eb and Doc, just that, not short for anything). Sook was from "sookie", which is what that part of the world used to call hogs instead of "soo-ey".
Renza is short for Lorenza (sic) Dow, a prominent preacher way back when.
The driving around drunk thing was a mix of looking for trouble in a desolate area and driving way too fast for the rush of it. I don't know how we managed to stay alive, honestly.
One year over Christmas break, we had a heavy snowfall (like, almost a foot). Somebody's daddy had a four-wheel drive vehicle and an abandoned old Ford truck in the field. We ripped the hood off the Ford, tied it to the back of the four-wheel drive, and went sledding on the snow-choked dirt roads for hours, sliding off into bar ditches and slamming up against bob-war (barbed wire) fences, laughing like maniacs. Finally one boy broke his arm and parents stepped in. I had massive bruises and cuts, but it's still a glorious memory.
ahh skitching...we use to do that sober after big snows / ice storms.
tie somethign flat to the abck of a car, hang on for dear life....
how the hell did I survive to adulthood.
It doesn't snow here, but I had a friend who lived in an apartment over a 12-car garage. the garage had a turntable in the middle, to get the cars into the side wings. No one was using the garage, so he carpeted the turntable and put a pile of pillows on it. We'd pile on and someone would get it spinning. It would go fast enough to throw everyone off except the person who managed to sit in the very center (often it was me.) the building was unfinished wood, and if you got thrown off, you got splinters.
Nobody drank much around here. At least not my friends. What little drinking I did was mostly at home with my parents....who also drank very little. On the other hand, it was the sixties, and Marin County.... Hot tubs and peacock feathers....really.
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