We all have that one friend that will eat or drink disgusting shit, bordering on poisonous, just so he can make a fast buck to spend on more poison…I mean alcohol. Enter Erik Allen. He’s his own drinking buddy. Foraging through his cabinets at night finding delicious treats that his sober self didn’t even know he had. His album Your Feature Performer is Wasted is a collection of anecdotes and tall tales from Allen’s drinking life.
Staying under the constant theme of inebriation Allen succeeds best when depending on his drinking buddy and alter ego he so adequately names, “drunk me.”
“Drunk me is really nice,” he says. “Sometimes I’ll drink so much on Saturday night that I’ll wake up on Sunday morning—I’ll find pre-made breakfast in my refrigerator…I live alone.”
You could probably add homemaker to the list of duties for his alter ego. Put that together with a drinking buddy and it’s doubtful Allen will ever need a wife. Drunk Erik is ambitious too. But that leads to some, shall we say, “Overachieving.” What starts out as a responsible errand boy turns into, well…
“Drunk me went to go get milk and came home with a hooker named Milk,” he jokes. Or take the slightly more autobiographical and ten times more disturbing:
“Drunk me broke into a locked apartment…went to the third floor of that apartment building and just went to bed.”
If you’re into comedy that makes you laugh more than anything else you might find Erik’s revelation about some childhood upbringing useful. Remember those Where’s Waldo books? Yeah, you do. According to Allen, “I think Waldo’s like anyone’s drunkest friend ever.”
In the next ten seconds he drops no less than five Where’s Waldo references concluding that it’s all right if you don’t laugh because “that is a very age-specific…joke.”
It’s easy to pass Allen off as just more frat boy humor joking about his drinking exploits. But it’s beyond that. Erik is primarily the butt of his own jokes. He playfully makes the argument that if you’re the best at drinking it’s best exhibited by being the first one to pass out. It’s all a joke to him because he himself is the punch line.
About the Author: Nate Rankin writes Comedy Reviews and Fiction because no one taught him any better. His fiction has been featured by Workers Writes, theNewerYork! and Used Gravitrons and is forthcoming in The Green Blotter. His work can be seen here: http://iamseamus.tumblr.com/writing You can find him on the Tweety Box @CommanderSeamus If you'd like to submit a review inquiry please send to nrankin22[at]gmail[dot]com