so last friday night, i had the drunkest night of my life. I blacked out the entire night, woke up in my bed the next morning covered in blood, with scabs all over my face, missing my wallet and phone, and no memory whatsoever of how i got home or how i hurt myself.
My dad found my wallet on the street in front of my place, and the girl who threw the party i was at found my phone at her place. Only I would lose everything and end up getting it all back, such a lucky fuck i am…
…and apparently the scabs make me look pretty badass, so this weekend turned out alright :)
