Blind Drunk

Seems back in my drinking days, I could fall in

love more easily. In bars, it could be said, the

more I drank the prettier women appeared to

me, to a point, that is. And when I went beyond

that, the more stupid and sloppy I became.

Then, the lyrics to that old Tina Turner song,

What’s love got to do with it? aptly applied.

The only thing worse than mixing alcohol and

emotional entanglement is that all inhibitions

and common sense are out the window, gone.

And when two involved are both tipsy then the

mix can often become a blinding mess. What in

hell did I ever see in him or her in the first place?

Now, I’m not trying to give alcohol a completely

bad name. Moderation, I say. Alcohol certainly

serves a purpose when other anesthetics are not

readily available for bullet removal or amputation

of arm and leg. And remember, my friends, it’s il-

legal and unsafe to drink and drive. But should a

drunk next to you as the designated driver happen

to puke in your lap while your eyes are keenly fo-

cused on the car ahead, I ask you, try falling in love

with that.

                              -30-

Chris Hanch 2-25-2020