State of the Game

In my callow youth there was once an incident where I consumed what turned out to be urine, was caught outside work in my spideman pants (long story), spend the night in a police waiting room sleeping and returned home the following morning in a paddy wagon because I lost my trousers, shoes, phone and money.

I really wish I were joking this is 100% true.
I forgot the part where I allegedly took a dump in the middle of a Glasgow road.
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Irvine Welsh wants a word - Isn't this the plot to trainspotting 3?
 
The most, um, entertaining (?) story I have is my 18th birthday party. Apparently I had a REALLY good time. Let's see, made permanent enemies that night, then I crawled out the side window of my aunts house, crawled out into the street, vomited for a while, was brought back into the house, taken upstairs and given a bath by two of the girls at the party, ever so slightly re-dressed and put to bed on the sofa in the livingroom, or so I've been told. My first memory after about an hour into the party is waking up on the sofa the next morning in nothing but my wonderwear, though I was covered with a blanket AND had a pillow, and thinking "how the helman's did I get here".

A week later, I went to the hospital because I hadn't been feeling well since then. They told me I had alcohol poisoning. Went to my first and last AA meeting shortly thereafter with a "few" of my relatives who were in the program. An experience I will never forget.

Finally got my S...tuff together about 7 years later and I've been solid since then.
 
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Anybody got any iocaine powder? I foresee a challenge hold-my-beverage-moment on the Horizons of this guy's future.
 
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