Drank a pitcher of a long island.
Leaving my shoes at the party, driving home drunk in my 88 volvo with a vague memory of driving down the wrong side of the highway, jumping the median. woken up the next morning by my dad showing me my two flat tires, and car parked on the lawn and on my moms garden, being reported to the police by my dad for the joint in my ear, kicked out of the house and having to pay for a new couch i apparently carved my initials in.
wow.. just wow
