Post #143616 by Tiki_Bong on Sun, Feb 27, 2005 7:57 PM

What are your favorite memories of you parents drunken binges?

Mine would have to be one time in about 1966. My soon-to-be step-father and I were coming back from Parker Lake in the Huachuca's in Southern Arizona.

We were heading back home to the Papago Indian reservation in his 1963 Chevy truck (which I would kill or seriously maim for today).

It was about 12:00 a.m. and I, as a small boy, was fast asleep on the bench seat. As was the custom on the reservation and the time in general, my future step-father had been drinking continuously since we left the lake.

All of a sudden, I jerked up in complete fear as the passenger side window completely shattered and rained down on my sorry little ass.

My step-father slammed another empty Coors bottle out a window he assumed was open in the 100 degree heat. It wasn't (I rolled it up to keep the monsters out; guess I forgot about one...).

Historical note - back in those days, Coors beer, for better or worse, wasn't available in California or many states other than Colorado and a few surrounding states.