Yeah thats right, today's topic is important. We all have those people in our groups, our entourage, our crews and our homies-That one person who is a blasty, blast until they reach that limit of no return and we spend the next several hours or even days cleaning up their mess, bonding them out of jail or looking for them on one of the British Virgin Islands. This blog helps you see that nature has a way of getting even with those people......

The first is about a drunken friend of ours named Kevin. Now Kevin is Irish-Canadian, so it makes it all the more funny. One night Kevin got separated from the rest of our group. No one thought to much of this because we all live downtown and the pub we were at was in the city, we just assumed he got pissed and went home. The next day at about 1pm in the afternoon Kevin was banging on my front door with a vengeance. He told me that he had been kidnapped by two men in a white van, held hostage all night, made to sleep in a room with other men and forced to pay $310.00 before he could go that day. He then proceeded to show me the receipt. I laughed at him and his bruised arms until I cried. I said Kevin, you weren't kidnapped by two men in a white van and held for ransom you idiot, you were picked up by the drunk tank and taken to d-tox to sober up. They charge for this service. I gave him a sandwich and sent him home.





Next we have a story about Steve, who got so wasted on Saint Patty's day this year and slept with a city parking cone and sold his I-Phone! Yep thats right, he feel asleep cuddling a city parking cone in Seattle, and his brother had the where with all to photograph it, but that is not it, he also decided in his glorified restarted state that he would sell his 500 dollar I-phone for a 95% discount(5 bucks for all you non-math whiz's) to any one that wanted it. We aren't really sure if that is really what happened but we think it might be true because he never carries cash and he woke up with no I-phone and 5 bucks......lets not forget his beloved cuddled city-cone Martha. There is still 3 hours of unaccounted mischief and a little person named Henry that ended up in the same vicinity.....to tell you the truth, we don't really want to know what went on in that lost time.




Last, but not least is a great story about one of my brother's Oliver. We call him Olli for short and he is "that guy". We can't take him any where there is alcohol. He always acts a fool and gets us in trouble! Well a few years back we decided to get even with Olli and this is something you too can do to get even with that crazy boozer in your life. And although we used air travel as our mode of vengeance, you can use train or bus! We waited for him to get good and buzzed and then sent him on his way to Salt Lake City via Plane. We bought him a one way ticket, an empty briefcase, took his wallet and phone and told the stewardess how important it was to get him on the plane-and we tipped her pretty handsomely. He woke up hung over, broke and phone less a state away with nothing but a brand new briefcase and a note detailing why he had been subjected to such a devious plan. Needless to say, Olli doesn't get so drunk any more! He is too afraid we will ship him off!



The moral of todays story is live and let live, and if God or the law doesn't punish excessive drinking, you can. Peace, Love and Rockets-Brooke and Steve