the unbearable drunkeness of being ...

5 p.m., duluth: a conversation between me, jcrew and my landlord

me: you should've stopped by the other night.
landlord: sheee. i didn't want to get a DUI.
me: oh. were you drunk?
landlord: i wasn't bad ... but .08? that's nothin'. heck, i'm .08 right now.