I am writing this story per request. Last year, I believe right after graduation I kicked off the weekend with a friend of mine Aaron Hasson, and my other buddy Moet. We had 10 bottles and it was our mission to polish them off in one night. So at first we were driving around in my truck trying to act as redneck as physically possible for living in one of the wealthiest areas in the state. Which consisted of country music, cowboy hats, off-roading and excessive yelling and throwing of bottles. This was all fun until I decided I did not want to get caught in the state of mind I was in, while driving. Aaron and I go back to my house...head out on the boat, continue drinking and trying to call anybody we knew that would like to indulge in the victorious activities of getting drunk and making a fool of ourselves. Obviously, with our group of friends, we had a big turn-out. We all get completely fucked-in-half out on the boat in the sun, which is a bad idea when you are trying to swim and wakeboard...but still equally fun. We get completely annihilated, take the boat back in, greet my parents with the potent fumes of alcohol on our breaths, and stumbling all over the place. Jump in our cars and all take off for the evening. Aaron and I go back to his house, where we watch a movie and pass out for a bit. Now you know you have successfully drank when you wake up at 9:00PM with a hangover. I felt like I had accomplished something for the day, so why not go for more. We start our drinking binge again, have a few girls over (I had no idea who they were at the time, but hey, I was wasted so what the f--k did I care). They get there and I am very social, I tend to be like this when I am twisted. They start to drink with us, and we get in the hottub. Bad mistake. If any of you know, getting in a hottub after you have been drinking really fucks you up. It thins your blood, and say goodnight. I remember getting out of the hottub and feeling like i had just been woken up out of a coma, I had no idea what was going on. I put my clothes on, start to feel a little better and jump right back into the hottub. With my clothes on keep in mind. Then Aaron says he needs to take the girls home, he didn't have a car, and do you think I am going to drive at this point. I couldn't operate my zipper at this point, you really think I could drive? So I let Aaron borrow my car forgetting that my gas gauge is broken. Aaron taked my car, I wait at his house for what I think is a good hour. His cell phone is dead so I can't get ahold of him, and I really want to go home. So, I start walking down the street. I figure I'll just have him come get me in the morning. I black out, and wake up to a flash light in my face. Of course...It's a cop. I'm thinking "oh great a fucking pig, I am going to jail", while at the same time wondering what I did. He asks me why I am laying in the middle of the road, to this I have no answer and tell him I was tired of walking and just laid down. He asks me if I have suicidal thoughts, yea I have suicidal thoughts you stupid f--k, if I wanted to kill myself would I be laying in the road at 2:30 in the morning? No, I would be purchasing a gun. To this question I answer no and explain I am looking for my friends who borrowed my car. He tells me he did talk to my friends and that they are looking for me, he tells me my car ran out of gas, and asks me if I can call someone to come pick me up. At this point I realize I must have thought in my mind I was home and crawling into bed. I had removed my shoes, pants and shirt, with boxers on backwards I went to get into bed, but instead laid down into a comfy mattress of pavement. To end the story I get a ride home without getting in trouble, and wake up the next day ready to go and do it all over again.