Ouch-8s
Monday, April 3rd, 2006, 9:18 AM
QUOTE (mk @ Monday, April 3rd, 2006, 6:03 AM)

I'm having a really tough time drinking heavily both weekend nights. In college I could go Wednesday-Saturday no problem.
Pretty sure I broke a toe stumbling around my apt. Saturday night.
One spring morning a few years ago, I awoke on my front porch, no shoes or socks, and with one foot covered in blood. It strangely didn't hurt, so I dragged myself inside and went back to sleep.
When I woke up again, the pain had arrived. My foot was bloody, swollen, throbbing, and I generally wished it was no longer attached to my leg. I got on the phone and called my friend, with whom I had been drinking the night before.
"Hey, do you have any idea why my foot is so sore? And where are my shoes and socks?"
"You decided you were so drunk that you should go for a walk. But you forgot to put your shoes on. You realized that in front of the neighbour's house, so you took your socks off and left them on the side of the road to keep them from getting dirty. Then a little while later you stubbed your toe on a boulder lining the road. That got you pretty mad so you kicked it as hard as you could. I'm pretty sure you broke your toe. Then you went home - I left you at the bottom of your driveway..."
Morning, bitches!