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Monday, December 1st, 2008

Another Cough Syrup Memory

My recent cough syrup-fueled dream about Newt Gingrich has made me think about other cough syrup stories... Here's one now.

A long, long time ago I was in a band named Bunkhouse Jones. (Awful name. Great band.) In that band, at least for a while, was a bandmate / co-front guy / guitarist who had a nasty Robitussin habit. (He also ended up stealing my girlfriend, quitting the band, leaving town, etc, etc, etc ... long story).

Anyway, when I met him, he was rather fond of inviting a bunch of people over to his apartment for a party, drinking TWO FULL BOTTLES OF ROBITUSSIN, and then inviting the hottest girls at the party up to his attic closet which he had outfitted with a black light so he could get them stoned out of their gourds on his home grown experimental mega pot and then cajole, goad, pander, dare and beg them all to take off their clothes with him and listen to early Flaming Lips records. (Bunkhouse Jones actually opened for the Flaming Lips in Pensacola, FL. This was long before they were popular... But even back then, they were really into alien abduction stories.)

Evidently, he had a fantasy to be surrounded by beautiful, naked, stoned women bathed in black light while he hallucinated himself into the dark nebula of a Flaming Lips / Robitussin bender.

He was remarkably successful, it turns out. He got way more pretty girls to go for it up there in his black light lair than you'd think. I think they (the girls) must have thought, "How dangerous can this be? I'm sitting here buck naked with 3 of my friends... and that guy is just kind of drooling, babbling and semi-passed out."

By 3 or 4AM we would inevitably find Aaron vomiting streams of purple liquid into the bushes in the front yard, completely naked and out of his mind, with odd objects tied to his weiner. A door knob for instance.

No kidding.

He ended up getting his doctorate in chemistry and specializing in the study of mind altering drugs... performing experiments for the government. I suppose he was just a budding scientist back when I knew him. A horny, naked, budding scientist with a door knob tied to his weiner.

Posted By John Common at: 12:12 am

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Another Cough Syrup Memory

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