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March 25, 2005

i think i knew her

When I read this post a dim recollection raised its ugly head in my memory banks and cackled obscenely. I think I dated the same woman for a while.

She was beautiful, sexy, fun in bed and a damn fine piece of arm candy to escort around until she got some liquor in her; then, she turned into the she-demon from hell. Bejus! She'd pick a fight with anybody and break anything she could lay her hands on.

If I weren't so charming and on good terms with the local police back in those days, she would have had me thrown in jail TWICE with her crazy antics. I tried to break off that insane relationship and she STALKED ME for a couple of months afterward. It was downright frightening.

I don't know what ever happened to her, and I don't want to know either. I heard that she attempted suicide and ended up at Clarke's Pavillion nut-house for a while. I hope she finally got some help, because she damn sure needed it.

It's just a crying shame when a woman that pretty has a head full of snakes.

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Hey Acidman,
I just read the post , and can relate to both of the stories. The only difference is the looney babe in my story didn't have to drink to be hell on square wheels; she came by it naturally. She ended up being the local punch board for any rock/country/blues band in this area.

Posted by: AnalogMan on March 26, 2005 11:19 AM

It's know it's not fashionable to say it these days, but there is definitely something about American Indians and alcohol that DON'T mix well.

I knew this girl too. She hailed from Kentucky, but she was 1/2 Cherokee. Coal black hair, eyes that looked like little black mirrors, olive skin and only five feet tall. Maybe 100 pounds soaking wet. A stunningly beautiful woman.

She was perfectly normal until she had a drink -- and it only took one given her size -- and she transformed into something completely unrecognizable. She was GOING to fight with somebody over something or the other, no matter how insignificant, so I learned to make like a hole in the wall and just let her run her course. She fought like a wildcat -- clawing, biting, hair-pulling -- nothing was out of bounds

I had a roomate in college who was also 1/2 American Indian who got the same way when he drank, but he generally had enough sense to stay away from it.

This "stereotype" about American Indians and liquor, like most stereotypes, didn't just fall out of the sky completely unsubstantiated. Like most sterotypes, there's a good bit truth in it.

Posted by: Paul Caston on March 26, 2005 11:47 AM
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