Palomino

The Pal.

One Sled Island I was at the Legion and got kicked out for being too drunk, I was probably trying to smoke cigs inside or something.

I walked across the street to the palominino, and sat up at the bar, and was given a menu. I ordered more beer, and the porkchop dinner, which was like 2 porkchops, potatoes and beans.

I ate it, but was so drunk and sad that I had forgotten I’d eaten it and ordered another, because there were still menus around.

The server said I’d just eaten one, but I was belligerant and said I wanted another. I believe I ate the next one with my hands and not utenstils.

The next memory I had was waking up in my living room with blood smeared all over the place, my white shirt was soaked in blood, it was on my face. I had a massive hangover, and my head hurt so bad i didn’t notice my window was broken and my wrist was slashed bad.

I went to the corner store, still covered in blood and got a coffee. I remember the cashier being like “what the FUCK!?” and me being like “uhmm I don’t know”. I was really worried I’d stabbed someone.

I didn’t have my keys.

In the afternoon, I took the train back down to the Pal, assumming strongly that I had lost the keys between sunalta and the Pal and there was almost no chance they were at the Palomino but I had to rule it out before I started figuring out how to replace car and apartment keys. When I got there, the same guy who had served me the night before was working, and recognized me immediately. He was like “Hey, how yuh doin’ bud?” and i sheepishly said I had lost my keys. he pulled them out of his pocket and said “you left them on the table”. He also told me I ordered 3 big dinners in a row, but didn’t finish the last. He asked if I had gotten home last night. I told him I had, and he asked where I lived. I said Sunalta. He couldn’t believe I’d made it all the way there, since they had trouble kicking me out and getting me to the sidewalk.

I somehow got all the way home with the Ctrain, and climbed a fence and a tree to get to my second floor, since I didn’t have my keys to get in. I’d tried to do similar after, completely sober and the roof was way to steep and the fence wasn’t sturdy enough. I still don’t know how I managed to get up there and get through the window and bleed so badly and not die.