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Tuesday, November 12, 2002
 
I am surrounded by drunken hookers. By "drunken" I mean "shit-faced" and by "hookers" I mean "girls I know." There's enough alcohol in my female friends' bloodstreams to disinfect Bombay. This is not a criticism, or a judgment. It's just an observation. All mah bitches be blotto.
     The inimitable Guzzler got Drunk this weekend. She hopped from two nasty East Village dives to Enid's, in Greenpoint, where I sat watching some other drunken hookers get steeped. Fast forward to 3:45. She does that thing I hate where she's got half a beer at last call but orders another anyway because, hey, it's last call. Like she's some kind of helpless robot who can't help but execute her program -- BoozBot5000. Then, when the bartender is doing everything but swinging a stool over her head to make us leave, Guzzler can't stumble in the general direction of the door until she finishes that beer, because apparently the Alcoholism Enforcers will issue her a ticket for some made-up frat boy infraction called "sandbagging." Which as far as I can tell means "behaving with a barely protozoan level of basic self-preservation and restraint." So I'm like "you DON'T HAVE TO FINISH IT. LET'S GO," which really means "I don't want to have to CARRY YOUR DRUNKEN ASS TO THE CAR SERVICE." But she must, and she does.
     Fast forward to 4:30, where after a long zig-zaggy walk to N6th Guzzler feels the predictable effect of emptying a keg into a bladder the size of a tennis ball. "I'll be right back," she says, walking serpentine (to avoid snipers, I guess) around the corner. Then there are cops, and then they are asking for her ID, and then there is a protracted period of ticket-writing and whiny fake-crying, the end result of which is tickets for public exposure and public urination.
     Which all of us find amusing except, bizarrely, Guzzler herself. It's bizarre because this is just the kind of tale that litters her seemingly endless repertoire of "oh my god one time (I/we/you/they) (was/were) so (drunk/high/fucked up)..." stories that she finds VERY AMUSING. Not only was she not amused, she actually had the gall to complain. For hours. About getting a ticket. For PEEING ON THE STREET. I mean come on now.
     Suck it up, bwah! You got busted fair and square. Maybe if you had actually tried to CONCEAL YOURSELF a little bit instead of basically peeing on the cruiser's hood, you wouldn't have gotten pinched, but you had it coming. If you got a ticket everytime you watered the cobblestones, the city wouldn't have a budget crisis. SO SHUT THE HOLE ALREADY!

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"helmed" for directed
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trying children "as adults"
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"drownded"
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