Many moons ago... when buffalo still roamed the land... it was 1992...
I had just turned 21 (well it had been five months. It was June or
late May) one of my fraternity brothers and I were down town.
Perhaps we should take a moment to describe downtown. This was
in my College days at Clemson University in upstate South Carolina.
In a town of 8,000 year 'round, 17,000 students there when
school is in session, Clemson has 27 bars in it's city limits. (Well, at
least they did when I was going to school) Picture a small little
sleepy college town in the middle of nowhere that has a thriving
night life if you're in to loud music, crowed rooms, and cigarette
smoke. Many fine things happened that night to numerous and long
to list here. Quite possibly one of my finest nights. The bar we
ended up finishing the night in is called Tiger Town Tavern, "TTT" or
"triple T" for short. One of the last tunes this bar plays, and they have
a whole set list about the last half hour or so, before they close at
2AM is the buffet tune that we all know and love. Mike and I were
sitting in the back in a booth very drunk, sitting because standing
just wasn't all it was cracked up to be, acting really stupid and being
extremely sexist as all men who are truly gentle at heart tend to do
when they get away from trier normal womenfolk and get rip
roaring drunk. Not that Jimmy has every needed any help with his
vocals, but we had been doing 'alternative' lyrics to everything else
that night and decided that just because he is the master at drinking
music is no reason to deprive him of our creativity. So we changed
the words a little.... "Wasted away in 69ville," did indeed brings
some powerful laughter. The lights came on in TTT signaling the end
of the evening; a truly horrifying light. We bum a ride from some girl
we met and get home, well I did, I think Mike and the girl made
other plans. "I stumble into the trailer at school that I was living in.
What I really mean is I rolled out of the car, and crawled up those
big rough cement steps. I somehow managed to become upright before
attempting to open the already unlocked door with my key that was a
copy of a copy of a copy. You have to know about our door and this
key that I had to understand what a feat this was, it was difficult
even sober to get that thing unlocked. My roommate was logged in
(CatsEye who has long since dropped off the net) and was laughing at
me from inside. He came to the door and pulled it open rapidly. You
can imagine my surprise as the door rips open first taking my hand
that was tightly gripped around the door handle in anger into the
living room, then my arm, then my shoulders, then the rest of me. I
would of been very pissed if I hadn't been laughing so hard.
Somehow I got it into my head after watching Barry talk to a few
people for a while that I needed to get on this bbs thing, no matter
what my present condition. I somehow talk Barry into teaching me
how to log on. We telneted... asked for a new login... and when it
asked me for a handle the only thing left in my poor drunken head
after an excellent night was...
Drew Dowling