It's a bit frightening, and a little embarrassing, to read what I write the following morning. It's like calling an old friend when you're hammered out of your mind, puking on the telephone, and crapping your pants just before you pass out on the floor.

The thing with drunk texting, or drunk calls, or other drunk escapades is that the person usually needs to be drunk first. Then the following morning they follow it up with a "What, or who, did I do last night?"

With my writing, oftentimes I am sober (and I was last night). My boozing days - which never really started - are long over. I suppose athletes call it "getting in the zone," but something in me comes alive - something I can't control. So, like this morning, when I go back and read posts that I have written I am sometimes shocked to see what I find. And, like I said already, both frightened and embarrassed.

Writing can have the type of hypnotic grip on a person. It certainly does to me. For the hour or however long it is that I write, I'm lost. Apparently last night I took a wrong turn deep into my subconscious. And it hasn't been my first trip down Memory Lane either - I've been mugged a bunch walking down that street.

I sensed something was up when I finished writing last night - which is why I threw in a little disclaimer at the beginning (after the fact). Little Red Flags were popping up every paragraph. This morning it read like a whiny guy who can't move on with his sorry life. Last night it sounded like so much more in my head.

So, children, here's the lesson for the day: Get lost in yourself, write until you can't write any more, then push it aside to read another day.

Or, just do what I do, and "Publish Post".