He woke to the burning sensation on his tongue, as he looked through the hazing fog. People stood around in a circle shouting, not knowing how long he was passed out for he reached for the table. Falling over as his reach wasn’t close as he thought it was. The people around him shouted even louder, he noticed bottles lining one of the walls. From what it had looked like, he was inside some sort of bar.

He didn’t know which one, just an ordinary bar. As he stood from the floor he could see the people jumping up and down as they followed the beat of the DJ. He walked to the door and picked up today’s paper. January 4th 1987 the cover of the page displayed as he read.

Fuck as he whispered to himself
Too fucking far back in time, how the fuck am I going to fix this.

He left the bar in search of a vehicle, noticing someone left the engine on a truck. He saw the driver out in the ditch taking a piss in a bush. He slipped inside and pressed hard on the pedals and drove down the highway.