Alcohol; A Magical Potion

Alcohol is a magical potion. It does not effect everyone the same way so it is not a very stable magic potion. I have seen it turn a very shy person into the life of the party, they became funny and entertaining, they just cut lose and did not embarrass themselves, they were just funny. I have also seen it turn a good person into a grade A asshole, an intelligent person into a babbling idiot, a modest woman into an exhibitionist, saints into sinners, atheist into true believers (if for only until the room quit spinning in different directions) and modest (some say prudish) people into raging sex machines. All this is not news, everyone has seen the same things as I have, and yet some people continue to experiment with the potion as if they have some control over it. They don't. Where alcohol is concerned, control is only an illusion.

This weekend alone I witnessed every single one of these transformations. A young lady that wanders through my life, one who won't tell me her real name and continues to give the name Shaneese because she likes to keep it mysterious, became VERY intoxicated. I hate to break it to you but the mystery is gone once you have watched someone be carried away over their boyfriends shoulder and you watch them vomit all over themselves on the way to the hospital. A beautiful woman transformed into someone you don't want to touch and are afraid to come within 6 feet of, potion failure. I will add that I have never before seen her in this state, and I don't believe that she will ever let it come to that again, she's smart and learns from things that go wrong.

I seen another young fellow that when I met him earlier in the night appeared to be an intelligent young man. When I met him later that night and he was intoxicated he had become an idiot. He had become that drunken asshole that wants to fight with everyone. He was trying to fight 30 people, and that is not an inflated number, by himself. I was trying to get him to get in a cab and go home and he was having none of it. I had come to the point that I was tempted to let him go ahead with his brilliant idea, get his ass kicked, then arrest him for a number of charges. Instead I decided I was just going to arrest him for public intoxication for his own safety and well being. He was saved by a local cab driver who was watching all this from the street. He got out of his cab and talked the idiot into coming with him. I like this cab driver. The idiot should have given him one huge tip at the end of his ride.

The drunks that decide to get in their cars and drive are the worst of them all. When there is an accident involving these morons it's never them that gets hurt, it's always some innocent person that was just trying to get to work or home from visiting grandma or something. There are thousands of cabs that will take you anywhere you want to go, find one. They are easy to spot and if you call the company, one will be sent to you. Isn't that amazing! The people that belong to fraternities and sororities that drive intoxicated make no sense at all. They not only have the cab option, but they belong to an organization that is suppose to be their brothers and sisters that care for them. Why not call one of them? The ones I know would be more than happy to go get their brothers and sisters from where ever they are and bring them home safely rather than let them drive.

Alcohol is a magical potion, but it more often than not goes bad. So if you are going to experiment with the potion, be careful and do so in moderation. I like rum, but I know that the warm fuzzy feeling is as good as it gets, so once that is achieved I maintain it and don't push passed it. Once you push past the warm and fuzzy you just get into the realm of spinning rooms and praying to the toilet.