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2004-04-10 THE ALBUM IS DONE! US Tour Day 210: Too Drunk Parking lot of Camping World, Rocklin, CA. Jeremy was belligerent last night—drunk way beyond fun anymore. He terrorized the people at the table next to us at the Japanese restaurant, constantly telling them about genitals or giving them gay sex advice. The thirty–something couple wanted nothing more than to enjoy a romantic night together. The grandparents were at home with their two young children, and they looked forward to some alone time. Instead they got to be appalled by Jeremy's constant discussion of his nether regions and their exploits. As he drank more he became less and less bearable. He got violent on our walk back to the RV. Soon he was hurling orange road safety cones and Skot and me and doing everything he could to punch, kick, and otherwise damage us—especially anything related to our reproductive areas. Dave frowned and walked ahead silently. "He's had way too much to drink. Normally he's funny, but this is too much. He really offended the people at the casino, especially the dealer at our table. He called her a fucking bitch." He passed out as soon as we laid him down in the RV. This was a good thing. Skot and I were losing patience. Dave was about to leave him behind in Reno. Occasionally he'd half wake up as we walked from the front of the RV to the back to grab a drink or something. Slurring, "Come over here you. I'm gonna punch you in the fucking nuts." I don't mind drunk, obnoxious people up to a certain limit. I don't even mind if they're a little vibe blind and offensive. But, injuring other people, causing a public disturbance on a grand scale, or hurting other peoples' feelings all cross the line in my mind that separates fun and no fun. PREVIOUS ENTRY - NEXT ENTRY |