The people, events and places encountered while blacked out drunk. One can discover bits and pieces of time spent in whiskey dreamtime, but never truly remember their visit.
I was completely in whiskey dreamtime on Saturday night. I think we may have gone downtown, but I'm not sure. I woke up covered in scratches and with an Italian banknote in my pocket. What the hell?
by Philly Peef July 14, 2011