I was impressed by Gary Busey's acting that out in the first "Lethal Weapon" movie. Then I learned about his cocaine habit and couldn't figure out whether or not that had been acting.Wow, that is scary. I've heard about that sort of thing before but never seen anyone do it.
One college weekend after an away football game, spouse-to-be and I partied very heartily. (Navy had lost the game so we never had to pay for a drink the entire [-]afternoon evening[/-] night.) We staggered back onto the bus for the six-hour drive back to the dorm and [-]passed out[/-] dozed off as the bus rumbled onto the highway.
At some point I regained consciousness and hadn't yet opened my eyes when I realized that I heard angels singing. Ruh-roh. Otherwise it was totally silent and the bus wasn't moving. I opened my eyes and looked around but everyone else was still [-] dead to the world[/-] asleep. I tried to wake up spouse but she was [-]BAC at least 0.15[/-] unresponsive. The bus was parked and the driver was missing. Holy crap. I opened the doors and stumbled out into the dark to see that we were in some sort of deserted garage. At this point, a bit before the era of "BeetleJuice" but after "Hotel California", I was [-]still inebriated[/-] getting seriously freaked out.
I saw a doorway and could hear the singing coming from there, so I went [-]toward the light[/-] exploring.
The next room turned out to be a workshop where the bus driver was drinking coffee and listening to gospel radio while watching the mechanic. The bus had hit a deer four hours ago and lost power to its headights, so the driver had found a truck stop with a night staff who was repairing the damage. They were just wrapping it up and we were back on the road 30 minutes later.
Next [-]morning afternoon[/-] day I asked my travel buddies if they knew anything else about hitting the deer. No one else had even awakened, let alone heard of the incident, and I was judged to be seriously [-]hung over[/-] hallucinating. They also thought it was pretty funny that I'd presumed my first stop after death would be heaven's parking garage...
These days I tell our kid that she has a genetic predisposition to be susceptible to alcohol poisoning, and then I use my "funny" stories as an example of what could happen. So far it seems to be working a lot better than anything DARE has come up with.