Me and my friends are pounding beers and shots around our dorm rooms in preperation for an evning of partying around campus. I know I had about 6 or seven beers, but as for my friend who this story is about, I can’t say with much acursy. I can tell you that he had a handle of rum that him and a few others were taking shots of for a good hour or so. At the end of that hour he was wondering around outside in the grassy area between all the dorms with the finnished handle in his hands. The rest of the story we have put toghter with the help of police, hospitle staff, other drunk kids, and some very pissed off residents. Somehow this kid, he remmbers absolutly nothing of any of this, got a ride down to some houses that were having a huge party. At this point we have deduted that he got more sloshed. Later in the night, roughly around 4 am, he tries to get back to the dorms. However he has no ride back and the walk is a good 3 or 4 miles. I should also note that in his drunken state he had lost the sandles he was wearing. Apparently he decided he didn’t feel like walking the long way, in other words along the road, so he took a short cut into the forest. So he went along stepping on unidentified sharp objects untill he stubled into a river. Wet and cold he decsided to knock on the door of a near by house. We would later find out that he asked the man who answerd the door if he "had any shoes?" The resident called the police and my friend was taken to the hospilte. Of course me and my other friends had no idea what had happend when we woke up the next morning and realized that he had never come back. So at about 3 in the afternoon the kid comes back to the door with a hospitle braclet on and asked use what the hell happend last night. |
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