Youre bot sure how youre on the bus but you know you cant hold your piss in. You decide you can piss the seat and move, or piss your pants and be cold. You choose option A. The bus driver comes up, just as youve pulled your pants down, and turns off the lights tellin you its the last bus, and last stop. You know your six miles from home. The taxi driver you flag recognises you from last week when you did the same thing.
Always said, 57 chemicals last count, alcohol has always been the absolute worst to me.