The Case of the Plastered Bastard – Part Two

I’m constantly being surrounded by intoxicated individuals! Or so it seems.

Last night at the “alcohol free” The Strokes show at UCSD’s Rimac Arena, a drunken female, smelling of vomit, made her way through the crowd dancing around like a cracked out monkey, leaning on random individuals, and speaking in tongues. The bitch was barely able to stand up. The most fucked up part, well at least on her end anyway, was that the friends she came with abruptly ditched her ass – which led her to wonder alone through the sea of stage diving college students.

Learn to handle your drinks ladies, or stay away from the bar. Or lack thereof.