Well, last night was a little bit (see title).
It was 1am, I was sat alone playing Call of Duty like some sad, geeky loser, when my mobile began to ring. Who the hell is calling me at 1am?? Oh, it’s just an invite to a house party… so, how can a recovering alcoholic with a students mentality turn down that sort of opportunity?? Answer: I couldn’t. So off I went, and what followed was a decent night with the inevitable alcohol, drugs, sex & violence. Standard.
On my way home at 8am, half drunk & disorientated, I stumbled upon a sleeping man in a field haha… I took some pictures (because I’m strange like that) and then proceeded to wake him up and inform him of his whereabouts. Turned out he’d decided to walk home after a good night on the town and obviously got sidetracked.
My good deed for the day; since on my estate, if I’d of left him asleep then he’d of awoken with empty pockets…
…oh, and probably no shoes either.
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