Well, this night happened awhile ago so the details are a little blurry, but I was just reminded of it, so I thought I would post. This must have been in January or Febuary of 2006. I was over at my buddy Jon Twaddle's apartment, where I tended to be everynight of the week during this time in my life. His apartment was kind of our first experience at freedom, it was a place that we could always go and get fucked up. So, again I was over there getting all kinds of fuckered up. i had a mission this particular night though, I was going to finish a whole half gallon of Canadian Club Whisky by myself. I was well on my way, everyone else was just kind of sippin on some beers and watching movies (considering we had no cable). I don't quite recall what set me off but for some reason I became the angry drunk that tends to come out from time to time when I drink dark hard alcohol, and I decided I was going to take my anger out on Jon. Now this was a terrible idea considering it was his apartment...obviously I was going to get kicked out. But not before I had proven my point. I was not leaving in any form of mature matter, I was screaming and yelling and just making sure everyone in this apartment complex new that I was fucking heated. on the way out I decide to throw some rocks at his neighbors garage door, seeing the dents I made I took off running, with half gallon in hand. By the way, this rock throwing into the garage eventually lead to Jon's eviction (I would say I won that battle). Anyways, I am nearing the end of my half gallon, feeling very proud of myself and thinking that I was not that drunk, maybe next time I will try for two and see how that turns out. I again forgot that with hard alcohol all of the effects don't kick in for a good amount of time. So when it hits me, it hits me hard. I do manage to get off one phone call to my girlfriend at the time and ask her to pick me up, I did not want to walk the 5 miles left on my journey home. She said she would and to just stay where I was. Well, to keep a short story short, she found me past out in a tractor along side the road. But, I had accomplished my goal, I drank a whole half gallon of Canadian Club, by myself, in one night, without throwing up. So cheers to me bitches.