I have too many blackout stories to recount. Mostly alcohol induced.
Here are a few of my personal favourites:
Beginning of this year, I got incredibly drunk on cheap cider. The stuff is lethal. I got into an argument with my mum, another one with my gf and got really depressed. Blacked out. Next thing I know I'm waking up next to my bed, arms all slashed up and bleeding, with song lyrics or something written on the wall in foot high letters.
The lyrics are still there. As are the scars. How very emo of me.
And the other week, turn up at my gf's brother's place, he bought me some booze, I intended to get happily pissed and go home. Me and her had an argument, which ended in her screaming 'Did you ever think that maybe I still love you?' and storming out. Sat and talked to her brother, then went after her. After that I only remember flashes of what happened.
She was in the bath, I asked her to leave the water in. Blackout. I am in the bath with her. I lean forward and ask her to kiss me. She does. Blackout. Stood in the hallway half naked. I say 'Bedroom. Sex. Now'. She replies with something to the effect of 'But it's my brother's bed!' and I was all 'We've had sex in it before.
Longer blackout.
I am stood naked in the bedroom against the wall. She may have been kissing me. Blackout. On the bed, having sex. Blackout. She's gone and I'm laying on his bed, still naked. I run round trying to find a light switch. Blackout. I'm stood in the living room in his shirt and probably no pants.
Blackout.
Wake up cuddled next to her, about 7am thinking 'Oh shit'.
Yay for blacking out.
