so i walked into the hospital around 3ish in the morning the other day and the nurse almost refused me service until i began spewing forth all of the booze i had consumed throughout the day. I'M A HEAVY DRINKER AT TIMES. of course after passing out and hitting the floor she [the nurse] has apparently no choice but to directly seek assistance and allow my companions [some weird long-haired guy named curtis and his friend brennon] to promptly sign me in. these fellas' i of course recently just met at the local dive bar where i had spent most of sunday and the rest of tuesday night before calling it "QUITS." DONT STOP ME. PLEASE. ITS A LOVELY STORY. I ALMOST SINCERELY PROMISE. no really, its all much to long to get into but lets just say i was 'drinking away my sorrows' a bit too heavily this past week. to make matters worse i dont really have any sorrows to account for. just the regular issues i seem to go through from time to time where my life becomes almost horrendously boring and i must at any cost find a way to 'spice it up' a bit. i am alive. and well. and happy. but. i am missing a large amount of cash. one awesome stolen bowling shoe. and four teeth.