“The guy in the KKK costume rips off his mask and yells ‘I’m black, I’m black.’ He really was black.”
“Once, I walked in on a girl sitting in her own barf and still doing coke. It still makes me giggle.”
Here are just a few examples of the kinds of people that filter in through the doors of a mountain-top lodge that, even after all this time, I still laugh about when I think of them.
I find that I run into each of these “special” individuals every time I go out to a club or bar.
There are several gradients of drunk that are possible. Numerous individuals will enter and continue their adult lives acquainted with only one item on the following list, and will report said item occurs predictably on every occasion on which they drink. The experience of other individuals will be generally comprised of two or more, but not all items on the following list.
In the morning, these trains are dull and akin to anyone’s subway or bus commute, if fueled by a bit more aggressive energy due to the commute’s length. At night, as commuters, having worked all day, wait out the train ride to get home and entertain themselves with socializing, drink, and who knows what else, things get weird.