SHAMEOVER CENTRAL

“On the night of Easter, 2006, I was sitting on a chair playing with a knife. I set the knife on my stomach, and when I reached over for my glass of vodka, I badly cut my hand. I bandaged it with a sock and kept drinking. Several hours later I was intrugued by all the blood, so I repetitiously jabbed the knife into my leg, making small wounds that bled little dots of blod. Once or twice I went too deep, about a fourth of an inch into my leg. This bled a lot. The next morning I bandaged it and went to a strip club.”

- submitted by “Mike”

“Got schnockered on Jagermeister and vodka on an empty stomach. I am told that I threatened someone with a knife and managed to hit on a co worker that I just met. The only thing I personally remember is painting on the dining table with water colors. The rest is a blank. I want that Saturday night back.”

- from “Buster Blackout”