(photo via) I come from a town with a lot of bridges. A few years ago, me and my friends were always hanging out under this bridge, partying, drinking- whatever, while it was under construction. I would get my bottle of red label and head down, usually with this girl who was okay, but not too cool. I don’t know what my problem was, but I treated her real bad. It’s not like I yelled at her, or hit her, but I ignored her. She liked me and I took advantage of her feelings. So anyway, one time we were down under that bridge and she was there, and I was drinking, hard and she came home with me. You know, guys, the routine thing. So I get her home, and we lay down and I promptly pass out. I guess she stayed the night, because the next thing I remember she was smacking my face, shaking me, and then I realized that I was covered in vomit, she’s scooping vomit out of my fucking mouth, and I’m shouting, “you bitch you fucking bitch, why’d you roll me over?” I was choking in my sleep, on my own vomit and she saved my life, and since I’m such a bastard after I came to the next afternoon I never spoke to her again, and didn’t sleep in my bed for 2 months after. I don’t know what my problem was.

(photo via)

I come from a town with a lot of bridges. A few years ago, me and my friends were always hanging out under this bridge, partying, drinking- whatever, while it was under construction. I would get my bottle of red label and head down, usually with this girl who was okay, but not too cool.

I don’t know what my problem was, but I treated her real bad. It’s not like I yelled at her, or hit her, but I ignored her. She liked me and I took advantage of her feelings.

So anyway, one time we were down under that bridge and she was there, and I was drinking, hard and she came home with me. You know, guys, the routine thing. So I get her home, and we lay down and I promptly pass out. I guess she stayed the night, because the next thing I remember she was smacking my face, shaking me, and then I realized that I was covered in vomit, she’s scooping vomit out of my fucking mouth, and I’m shouting, “you bitch you fucking bitch, why’d you roll me over?” I was choking in my sleep, on my own vomit and she saved my life, and since I’m such a bastard after I came to the next afternoon I never spoke to her again, and didn’t sleep in my bed for 2 months after.

I don’t know what my problem was.

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