Partying On The Road With Eddie Guerrero

So, you know, Eddie was probably one of the kindest people I've ever met.

He's just a fucking, like, I would never say anything shitty to you, do anything good for you.

Every match, he'd grab me and ask me to pray with him, so we'd do a little prayer before the match.

Drunken Eddie Guerrero is not the biggest asshole on the planet.

He's number two.

Because Hector Guerrero drunk is pretty shitty too.

Eddie is the meanest fucking drunk.

And he gets fucking passed blackout drunk, you know.

One time we were in Minneapolis drinking at the hotel getting ready to go out.

I told Eddie, we were shooting pool in the night.

So I tell Eddie, I go, it's your shot, Eddie, as I'm walking.

A fucking pool cue shot in front of my face.

He threw it at me like a fucking spear.

And Chargo and Jericho had to pull him back because he wanted to fight me.

I have no idea what he thought I said.

And then same thing every time he drinks.

He's all fucked up, fucked up, walking, boom,

right

on his

face

every time.

So then he hits his head and gets a big bruise.

And the next day he goes around to everyone.

Did you beat me up last night? He doesn't want to know who beat him up.

And like he would, first thing he would do when they had them bad nights, as soon as he's seen you, he'd apologize for anything he did.