MINDLESS MUSINGS

Thinking back to Kevin’s bucks’ night from a few instalments ago I recall it was the middle of winter. Pretty much all the antics he was the brunt of involved him stripped down to his underwear. He was tied to the clothesline in his underwear and spray painted. He was tied to the headboard of a flatbed truck and driven around in his underwear.

When we all returned to the house and continued our drinking and joint smoking, Kevin continued in his underwear.

Eventually we had all had enough, and one by one retreated into the house to crash in, or on, anything we could find; beds, couches (long ones for laying or single ones for a little seated sleeping action), blankets on floors, or just a pillow and the floor; a dog’s bed. It doesn’t really matter once the mind is so munted it just wants to shut down. I woke up in the laundry sleeping on one of those ‘Ab-Roller’ contraptions!

Kevin, for some unknown reason, remained in the yard and fell asleep on the grass, in the middle of winter, in his underwear. The morning brought a lovely frost to settle on the unconscious Kevin and still his mashed mind refused to wake him. Needless to say, that Kevin received an added unwanted bonus for his buck’s night celebration: hypothermia.

He had to be taken to the hospital in the early hours of the morning. Thankfully he was sorted out without too much trouble, but it could have been fatal! The amount of marijuana and alcohol in his system prevented his body from jolting him awake and alerting him to the imminent danger of freezing to death. Everyone else was too wasted to notice that Kevin was left out there in the cold. It could have been disastrous!

Foresight is 20/20 and with this story it is horrific! Moving backward through the night, it was just one dumb move after another, all multiplied by the relentless massacre of brain cells. It was almost inevitable that someone was gunna become a casualty.

Luck was on the side of the ridiculously intoxicated buck. Still, it is interesting what we consider lucky. I reckon luck should have prompted at least one of us to notice the near naked Kevin asleep in the yard; bring him inside and give him a blanket (and possibly his clothes back). I guess we don’t get to choose when luck will step in. We must just all be grateful that this buck’s night didn’t conclude with a fatality.