This is more of a personal story than anything. And it tells a lot about me and my careless attitude and living to the maximum. One chilly October night, I was at home. Sitting in front of my computer, having YouTube on, either listening to music or watching UFC highlights. It was around 2:50am, and I was ready to head to bed, having put pjs and all on. Or so I thought. My phone rang. It was my best bud. He was on a night out with some teammates of his (he is an amateur basketball player), at a nearby night club, and gave me a call to go and join them. I was definitely not going to pass up on the invitation. But there was a slight problem. As it was 3 in the morning, there was no public transit for me to go there, except for a night bus that does one trip every hour. My dad was asleep, so I wouldn't wake him up to take me there, so my only option was to go on foot. At least the weather would allow for a late night walk, and the night club wasn't that far anyway. It was a short thirty minute walk. Problem was, when I arrived there, I was thirsty, so I chugged down a class of rum in milliseconds. And that was it. I was barely able to walk when I returned back home. I didn't go pitch black out like I did a few months earlier, but I drank a lot. Let's just say that sleeping fixes most of problems, and this was just one of them.
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