John Kerry is definitely a strange dream subject. Although not as strange as cheese and cows. I won't go there again. Once is disturbing enough. I must address a subject that has touched us all at one time or another. It's not pretty, it's uncomfortable.   DRUNK PEOPLE. Sometimes amusing, sometimes creepy. One man encompasses all the facets of a drunk person experience. Vinny and Marie's next store neighbor. I'm not sure if everyone participating in the blog has had the scary privilege to have met him but I am going to try to describe tonight's events. OUR VISIT WITH..................... I won't name him but if you know him YOU KNOW. There was a knock on the door just as we were about to have a fantastic late meal of red stew and noodles. The neighbor in all his ruddy glory wants to visit with Vinny. With it being a late hour everyone knows that Neighbor has most likely been intoxicated for a good 9 hours.  There is a thick mixture of pity, disgust, uneasiness and amusement in the air surrounding the table. Oh I was the lucky one tonight as I was seated next to him. Not on purpose of course, just because Stephen didn't sit down fast enough. And neighbor stayed through the meal. Us with our stew he with his mainstay of Busch. Nothing like going to someone's house with your own bar in hand. The exchange was quite interesting. Like when Neighbor asked Vin, "So howed dya lose lthe weight? You been working out or something? Now you know Vin. The face says it all. As if to say..................I don't have to tell you what the face meant.  The best moment was when we all decided to weigh ourselves. Once again not the smartest thing after a meal of noodles and red stew. But I digress.  Steve weighs in first then Neighbor goes to get on the scale. He proceeds to empty his pockets and out comes the usual contents: cigarettes, check, liter, check, keys, check, wallet check,beer cozy, check. Wait a minute, oh yes a beer cozy in his back pocket. His idea of a don't leave home without it item. He gets on the scale with a tentative step and steadies himself with help of the wall. ThenNeighbor says to me "You weigh more than me,  I'll bet yoooooooou a hunred dollars you weigh more than me."  Oh boy, of course he renegged but it was a hoot and holler. A six foot one man with a grossly enlarged liver was telling my 5 foot one frame I weighed more than him. I'm sure Marlena and Stefanie had the most scale fun with Neighbor finding it funny to try and "add" weight to them by pressing on their shoulders. Like I said not all comedy, many moments of uneasiness. I must confess I did something pretty douchey. Neighbor began coughing at one point while still sitting at the table. His face turned red and you could see stomach contents rising in his throat. Although he was directly facing Vin Stefanie and I ran for the hills. Nothing came of this quick fit but if it did poor Big Vin would have been in the direct line of fire. I should have moved to save him. I wussed out and tried to save myself from the could have been Busch backlash. And so concludes my view on the stale humor that is the Drunk Neighbor. All at once sad and amusing. I hope I didn't bring down the Blogs laugh content. I'm new to this and not sure of story telling skills. Still testing the waters I suppose. Happier content ahead I promise.