May 10, 2006 / 11:00 p.m.

I got drunk at nine thirty in the morning, I threw my glass at the wall. A fight broke out between me and the lawn furniture, I lost. I ended up passing out on the kitchen counter with a can of sphagetti-o's half open.

That wasn't even the worst part. Knowing that a friend, a 19 year old kid was killed, and is never coming back is the part that really fucked me up.

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