LEVEL 1: It's 11:00 on a weeknight, you've had a few beers. You get up to leave because you have work the next day. As you say good bye, one of your bro's buys another round - one of your UNEMPLOYED bro's. Here at level one you think to yourself, "Oh come on, one more, as long as I get seven hours of sleep, I'm cool."
LEVEL 2: It's midnight. You've had a few more beers. You've just spent 20 minutes arguing why your friend shouldn't dump his woman. You get up to leave again, but at level two, a little devil appears on your shoulder. And now you're thinking, "Hey! I'm out with my bro's! Why am I working anyway? These are the good times! Besides, as long as I get five hours sleep, I'm coool.".
LEVEL 3: One in the morning. You've abandoned beer for tequila. You've just spent 20 minutes arguing that your bro should not go home to his woman. Then you look over and think, "Our waitress is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" At level three, you love the world. On the way to the bathroom you buy a drink for the stranger at the end of the bar just because he looks thirsty. You get drinking fantasies. (like, "Hey guys, if we bought our own bar, we could live together forever. We could do it. I could bartend!") But at level three, that devil is a little bit bigger....and ..... he's buying. And you're thinking "Oh, come on, come on now. As long as I get three hours sleep...and shower and a complete change of cloths, I'm coooolll.".
LEVEL 4: Two in the morning. . . . And the devil is bar tending. For last call, you order as much beer and tequila as $50 can buy. You've convinced your bro to shout, "to hell with my woman . . .!" This time on your way to the bathroom, you punch the stranger at the end of the bar - just because! And now you're thinking, "Our bartender is the best looking man I've ever seen." You and your bro's decide to leave, right after you get thrown out, and one of you knows an....after hours bar. And here, at level four, you actually think to yourself, "Well....as long as I'm only going to get a few hours sleep anyway, I might as well....STAY UP ALL NIGHT!!!! Yeah! I'm da' Man! I don't mind going to work smelling like a brewery. I just won't talk to anyone close. And besides, as long as I go to sleep right after work tomorrow ... I'M kwooool.
LEVEL 5: Five in the morning. after unsuccessfully trying to get your money back at the tattoo parlor, you and your bro's wind up across the state line in a bar with guys who have been in prison as recently as...that morning. It's the kind of place where even the devil is going, "Uh, I gotta turn in. I gotta be in Hell- see ya' later. I've got that lunch with my boss - General Custer, I can't miss that." At this point, you're all drinking some kind of thick blue liquor, like something from a auto store. A waitress with fresh stitches comes over, and you think to yourself, "Someday I'm gonna marry that girl!!" One of your friends stands up and screams, "WE'RE DRIVIN' TO FLORIDA!!!!!"- and passes out.
You crawl outside for air, and then you hit the worst part of level five - the sun. You weren't expecting that were you? You never do. You walk out of a bar in daylight, and you see people on their way to work. And they look at you-and they know. Let's be honest, if you're 19 and you stay up all night, it's like a victory - like you've beat the night. But if you're over 30, then that sun is like God's flashlight. We all say the same prayer then, "I swear, I will never do this again, (how long?) as lllllooooong as I live!"/ until next weekend..LOL And some of us have that little addition, "and this time, I mean it!"
Then you stagger into the sunrise .........
dirty ..........
stink ........... .
broke .......... . . ..
and ....................... . . . . .
..... painted up like a saturday afternoon t.v. warrior headed to the little
big horn.
