when I was 17, I wanted to go to some show in Hamilton, but non of my freinds wanted to go with me because they wanted to go drink in some field. I hate going to shows alone so I went with them, and bought a 26er of Fireball Whiskey, and I wouldn't share because I was being a bastard about the show.
I ended up drinking the thing in about an hour and a half and passing out by 10:30, I just remember a few people coming up like "Whos that, you okay?". Then someone came up like "Ryan move, its the cops coming we gotta go". There was no way I could move, but my freind managed to get me standing and helped me walk through some forest to escape, I tripped on every thing possible.
I remember passing out at the bus stop we came too, looking up and seeing the bus coming, everythign was so spinny it just looked like yelow lights coming at me. I then threw up in my bag on the bus, luckily the bus driver was outside on break and the bus was empty.
Next thing I remeber is being downtown "Ryan, wheres your bus ticket?"
"...In my walle....t"
"wheres your wallet?"
"....cant find it...."
next I remember I'm a few blocks from my hosue outside soem church, I just remeber falling down, and laying down on the sidewalk while some more starnagers walked by asking if I was okay.
I ended up gettign home, and knocking over everything in site while I stumbled to my room. I woke up coverd in puke, worst pain in my life, and my wallet was gone.
Luckily, 2 weeks later my wallet came in the mail, and my $5 was still inside
, but since then I can't drink fireball or JD without getting sick from the smell of it.
omg thats hilarious
it was great. man i have so many....
