Back when I worked for a newspaper and made really shitty wages, I had to work extra jobs to make the money I needed to live the urban homosexual lifestyle of weekends on the Cape and winters on cruise ships.
Kidding! I still couldn’t afford those things. But I did work extra jobs to pay my bills, and one of those jobs was as a bouncer in Boston nightclubs. One of the popular drugs then — I hear it’s much harder to get now — was ketamine hydrochloride, or K. It’s an animal tranquilizer with a dosage that, depending on many variables, can get you just floaty high enough that dancing and club lights/sounds are enjoyably enhanced. Do too much, however, and you enter the dreaded “K Hole” wherein you basically stay awake enough that your eyes are open, but you can’t control your movements, you enter a sort of waking-trance state, and need people (i.e, bouncers) or inanimate objects to hold you up.
The second I saw this video of some kind of sporting mishap it reminded me of watching someone go down as they went into a K Hole. Nobody in a K Hole ever failed to snap out of it, so while it looks serious, for those of us who’d seen it enough times it was familiar and hilarious. As in, you’d announce into your radio, “We have a guy who just fell, literally, into a K Hole on the dance floor.”
