Most drunks, although unreliable and often dangerous behind the wheel, can prove to be fun and amusing experience if the proper conversation is induced.

Although you should be careful in the humiliation of drunks because they may just be out to get you.

In the summer of 97 I went to Sweeden with the Minnesota USA Greco Roman Wrestling Forign Exchange team. We were in Sweeden for fifteen days and besides wrestling my friends and I found it amusing to go downtown at night and hurrass the drunks.

The first couple of nights we did this it proved to be a halarious and exciting pastime. We Went into the biggest city in the area vie train and went directly to the plaza square, which was located right across the street form the train station. Our guid, a 14 year old scate boarder, told us this was where all the alcoholics hung out. Sure enough there they were three of them. A man and his wife in their fourtys probably, and the man’s mother. All of them were sitting on the park bench and were singing having a grand old time. So we walked up and started a conversation while one of my friends, there were about seven of us, used the phone to call home. We had to call home in the middle of the night because of the time zone changes. At this time it was about 12:45 Sweedish time. So we took turns using the phone while the rest chatted with the drunken man and his wife. He was a deacent man who had reacently lost his job so he spent his nights on the street drinking cheep vodka with his mother and his wife.

After about fifteen minuets we had gotten him all rieled up and he started dancing and playing an imaginary violin and singing "due due, da due da da due da da due" over and over, and dancing some sort of Irish jig. We thought this was halarious and joined his little band and danced around the plaza with him. People walking by had a good chuckle and fun was had by all.

Shortly after that one of his friends came out of the bar, probably because he was kicked out, and he came over and talked to us as well. This man was a plump man also with his wife but he was probably twice as shelacked as his "Irish" friend. He said he didn’t like amaricans because of our government so he was constantly putting up his middle finger at us and yelling, "FUCK YOU USA!" But after he calmed down from that he said we were ok but he just didn’t like our government. Our heavyweight, 6’1" and 245lbs. , got along welll with this man and the man said he was scaird of Darveaux because he was so big, and that he wanted to be his friend. That was ok, but when we finaly left the square to do something else he gave Darceaux, the heavyweight a great big hug and a kiss too! So of cource we all took pictures and laughed a lot.

The night ended up with my friends and I sleeping on parkbenches until 5:30 am when the next train home came. We stayed in that city three or four times the same way and we had fun.

A couple of days later, not in the big city but in our town called Kungsbacka, myself, Darveaux, and a little guy named Andy Miller decided to just go for a walk because some of the other guys were getting on our nerves.

We walked and talked for a while and we ended up at the train station. A buss had just arived and a short man with black hair and a leather jacket got off. This man was obviously drunk because you could smell him a mile away. It started off as the usual conversation, name, occupation, blah blah blah. He told us he was a survivalist and that he ate snakes and twigs and stuff like that. Then he said "You know what I do to people who cross my turff, I kill them slit their throught!" then he hopped over a fence and demonstrated with his finger on Darveaux’s throught. Then he said "Then you peal all skin back, makes good rope!" That’s when we got scaired and tried as hard as we could to get rid of the guy but he would just walk along side us like one of our buddys talking the whole time about how he is a master of Ku Do Karate and how in the military he got courtmarshalled for breaking all of his officer’s hands. By now we were litteraly shitting our pants. That’s when he suddnely grabbed Darveaux and barehugged him! After a 30 seconds of twisting and turning Darveaux pushed the man away and ran like hell. Of course Miller and I followed. The man started to chase us and I was scaird because I couldn’t run fast because my shoes were falling off. I looked back just in time to see the man trip and fall flat on his face in the middle of the sidewalk. We ran around the courner just in time to see a Police car and we told them what had happened and then started running again as fast as we could. We didn’t stop until we got back to our cabins. We told everyone else and they laughed at us. We were all parinoid for about two days after that.

If you are ever going to hurass and humiliate drunks for your own personal amusment, just remember that they might just be out to hurass you.