I dressed up in drag for Halloween and started dancin with guys at a club. One guy tbought I was a girl I ran out. It got toooo craaazy
About 1977 the boss and I drank a bottle and a half of neat Scotch. I got on the wrong train going home, fell off (without sustaining more than a few bruises) and when the cops were called by the railway staff they refused to arrest me. I was taken to hospital by ambulance, unconscious, and woke a few hours later, still drunk.
I needed a toilet and went looking for one. That caused a bit of a sensation because I had been sick on my clothes and the nursing staff stripped me before putting me to bed so I was walking through the ward naked, without realising it.
That was the night I stopped drinking. I still have a glass of wine with a meal and, rarely, a single glass of beer; but I haven't been drunk since, and I NEVER drink spirits.
I started walking around saying I was Jesus pouring vodka on peoples heads. Appariently it was Holy Water.
Loads. Probably the worst was...
Woke up next to a girl with no idea of who she was, where I was, what day it was or what I had done.