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Old 03-20-2016, 10:21 PM  
xenigo
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I drove into the Tahoe area to visit a friend I hadn't seen in forever. He had just bought a home there. I had taken a 1mg Klonopin about 4 hours earlier. We decided to go bar hopping, and I think I had somewhere around 10 shots. I was pretty wasted by the time we got back to his house. I went to sleep on the couch, and woke up in the middle of the night needing to take an epic piss... but it was pitch black in the house and I could not remember which door went to the bathroom. So I'm frantically trying all the doors, finally finding the bathroom. I'm standing there pissing, trying to keep myself upright, suddenly I lose my balance and end up falling armpit first into the edge of the porcelain bathtub, and hit my head hard on the tile floor. My buddy comes in and has to pick me up off the floor, with my pants down, and bring me back to the couch. I was in some serious pain the next morning, not to mention having the guilt of looking like a total fool, and then having to make the trip back to Sacramento that morning.

Another time I was at home with my wife, and thought it was a good idea to drink two Four Loko's back to back. For some reason I was yelling about something that didn't make any sense, almost like I was talking in a dream, and I was extremely frustrated with the light switch. It worked fine, but for some reason I thought it didn't, and was putting all my weight against it, while talking about how frustrating it was. Then, I ended up kicking the wall as hard as I could, breaking my middle toe. The next morning I had no memory of the incident, except I was in some pretty intense pain with my toe. And my wife had it all on video so she could show me exactly what happened.

When I was younger, before I knew how to drink, and when I lived with my parents, my parents were out of town. So I drank a 50 / 50 mix vodka / OJ in a tall glass, and chugged maybe 4 or 5 of those in about a 10 minute period. I woke up in my parents closet, completely covered from head to toe in vomit. I even had vomit in all of my pockets, and I couldn't lift myself off the floor. So I had to scoot down the hallway on my ass, covered in puke, and get ready for work in an hour.
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