Slammed

"I was just too slammed to intervene. By drink number five he was snapping his fingers to get my attention and his tips were getting smaller and smaller. He was becoming my worst enemy and he could sense it."

"Q. You get very slammed? A. Yes. But if I just go out for social drinks, a couple of pints. A. And how often do you go out and get really slammed? Q. About once a fortnight. But I get stoned [i.e. on cannabis] all the time. It's better."

"Then, one evening in the spring of 2002, the bar was absolutely slammed. It was a Tuesday, ten-cent-hot-wings night, and the local Pagan's Saints gang had the 19th Hole overflowing with leathers, mullets, and ponytails."

"He was only a little guy and he got absolutely slammed when I burst through the door like a human battering ram. I sent him flying down the hall, then he continued sliding on his back, already unconscious. 'Knock, knock,' I said[…]"