This one time at drunk camp...

When I was younger I did many, many dumb things. Things like passing out drunk in my car outside my friends house while trying to go on a beer run despite a keg on the porch that was half full and waiting just for me. When I awoke, I called my friend frantically and told her I was lost. I had no idea where I was or how long I had been gone. She asked me what street I was on. I looked around, found a street sign, Thunderbird I think it was, and told her. After what I can only imagine as a monumentous eye roll, she says to me, “your right outside”. Apparently I had never left. I don’t even want to imagine if I did. Nowadays I look back on those times and laugh. Hard to believe I did half that shit. Hard to believe i survived. Hard to believe i didn’t kill or hurt anyone. Shit like…well that’s a story for another time…or another post as it may be.