Tonight I am barely able to make it back to my place. Considering the state of mind I’m in, driving was nigh impossible. Its amazing that I made it back at all really.

I stumble up to my door. The key doesn’t fit. Whoops, wrong address . . . I think? Yeah, thats it, that must be the case. Oh, it looks to be the next house down. I fumble with my keys for a bit, drop them and pick them back up, and finally manage to unlock the door.

Now this is odd. I’m certain that I’m in my own house now and as I hold myself against the entryway wall, I glance about to see a number of my friends gathered in my living room. All of them are just sitting around. There is a strange silence. Oh God, they can tell I’m hammered. It must be so obvious to them. Everyone in the room is looking at me. They seem concerned.

“Jus got back . . . from the, from the store” I stammered. At this my best friend got up and approached me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Its cool man. Hey, what did you use for jello shots last time?”