Utterly annihilated out of your mind drunk. Well past the point of losing inhibition, past becoming surly, and well beyond any sense of tact so that virtually everything you say is offensive and leaves you with your foot it in your mouth.

So unbelievably drunk, in fact, that you become capable of screaming "this is why people kill the Kennedys" to Bobby Kennedy III at a party in Brooklyn.

When you eat dirt for the first time and leave your family to build a shack in the woods