You expect me to remember?

Got drunk after a terrible day at work. Walked home and climbed in bed and started to jerk off to end the long day. Some random person walked in on me.

I was in the wrong house.

I was in Bucharest and I went into town for dinner with a friend before we were to leave the next day. It was about -2c out and I didn’t have a suitable jacket. We started drinking and my latest memory is about 8pm. I woke up the next morning at the hotel without about 40 missed calls from my wife. She said she’d called me at one point and I’d lost my friend and I was outside a club, so drunk that I couldn’t read the name of the place and had to spell it out. I hung up and when she called later a Romanian picked up and she couldn’t understand them, that was around 3am. She googled the name of the club and it was 2 miles outside of town. We still don’t know how we got home.

The one time I made myself sick on rum in college. Didn’t touch rum again for 15 years.

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