having filled my gullet with an imported absinthe of unusual
   green that I drank on a dare, I agree. My friend was not so
   lucky as I. He was comatose and I had to drag his 190 lb body
   100 feet from our barn up to the house and onto a bathroom
   floor.

   I must've yelled, GET UP! HELP ME HELP YOU DAMMIT! while 5
   others stood around, amused at the show.

   He kicked his feet a little like a tired baby, and up through
   the dirt and grass we went, while others laughed.

   Oh well. Such is the green dragon.... and useless drinking
   partners. [last beer I had was a year ago... and heavy drinking
   was but a short phase. The companionship wasn't worth the
   headache tongue emoticon ]