Drank Myself In To A Man

When AKL first went dry, there was a huge party held to close out the wet era, or so we thought. That's a party and a green tee shirt for another day. But one memory of that night involved one of the stranger brothers in the house, Sickle Cell, aka Tool, a guy so weird it was miracle of a girl asked him for directions as she passed him on the street. But on this night, Sickle Cell became a man for the first time in his otherwise banal existence. But much to the joy of everyone he left his window curtains open, so an audience of people cheered him on as he plowed this unsavory female. I remember proclaiming that he had lost his cherry as the crowd cheered in unison. Did Sickles leave the blinds open intentionally? I guess we'll never know, mainly because no one really cares. But at least he had come a long way from busting a nut on the dance floor.