In the rare instances in which I actually leave my house, it's a common occurrence for someone to "get up in my grill" concerning something I've written in the Power Rankings. It always shocking when said someone begins reciting by heart something I've written (occasionally it's something I've written about them - see Luke Stedman below).
The first thing that comes to mind is "How in the hell do they remember what I wrote, when I don't even remember what I wrote?"
At that point I usually tell them the truth: I write the Power Rankings on deadline, and I'm usually drunk when I do so. Some installments are worse than others, but often I can't get the damn things done unless I'm wasted.
Hey, don't judge. Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote Rime of the Ancient Mariner in an opium daze, Jack Kerouac hammered out On the Road on the benzidrine, and Bob Dylan redifined popular music and popular culture while ingesting just about anything anyone handed to him.
Of course I'm a complete and utter lightweight in comparison, in terms of my substance abuse, influence and writing.
So perhaps it's more appropriate to compare my writing state to the mindset of this now infamous viral-meme child, videoed after a nitrous-cushioned trip to the dentist.