Every blackout was the worst blackout. This time, Bill woke while still awake and moving, which was much more disorienting than waking while having been asleep. It was like he was a passenger in an unwieldy and unlikely ship, listing to port then to starboard, lurching over waves and landing in the troughs, only luck keeping it from capsizing.
From the second to last short story in Feeling Very Strange called "The Lions Are Asleep This Night" by Howard Waldrop: "The white man was drunk again."
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