Legend of Captain Blood

I'm walking through the streets early one morning.  I was slightly stumbling, as I was still drunk from the night before.

As I'm walking, I watch as people are staring at me.  I'm thinking, "You've never seen a drunk person before."

This is New York City...you can't help but run into inebriated people Saturday night/Sunday morning.

I finally make it home and stumble to the bathroom and take a long needed piss.

As I wash my hands, I look into the mirror and see the sight that caused the million stares.

Staring back at me is a face covered in dry blood.  My forehead, cheeks, chin, basically my whole face is covered in blood.

My chin has two pieces of flesh having a conversation with each other as the cut is basically pulsing up and down and oozing more blood.

"What the fuck?!" is all I can think.

48 hours later,  I find out what happened.  I basically got so drunk, I actually blacked out, that I jumped head first into a shower.  My chin hit the wall first and busted the tiles on the wall.

It was this 48 hours later that I was never invited back to this house, as I basically was a monsoon that destroyed it.

So take some beer, a bottle of Jack, and a bottle of Absolut and you too can create the legend of Captain Blood.

--My Name is Matt