drink. drunk. jenga.

Are you my grandpappy?

An essential part of the lumpen lifestyle is an addiction to alcohol. Unrealiable sources tell me that my paternal grandfather was an alcoholic with an alcohol-induced psychosis, maybe homeless and possibly died mysteriously in a fire at a Salvation Army shelter. I swear this is what I've been told. It could be worse I suppose – he could died by falling into the Sarlacc pit.

I don't think I'll manage to hit the amazing highs of my ancestors. I look at my excessive alcohol consumption as more of a hobby; a weekend indulgence if you will. The photo below was taken at a party a couple of weeks ago (by a 1 megapixel mobile phone camera, no less). No, that isn't me in the photo, however I was the one responsible for balancing the objects. I hope you note the hairbrush and stickytape ensemble on the head. I feel it is a credit to my drunkeness that I'm always looking for an artistic outlet.

John Jenga: the sport of kings.

The subject is John. I hear that John was actually aware of what was happening, but was too inebriated to remove the cigarette from between his fingers and too strong a patron of the arts to protest. Although he did vomit about ten minutes after this photo.
Dole Diary salutes you, drunken John!