I saw a story on the news last night about a dude who passed out drunk on the road. I’ve only done that once. It was back in my college days, which makes sense – or at least it makes me feel a tiny bit justified. But here’s the difference between my story and the other dude who came-to half naked in the gutter.
I woke up nestled in some bushes, wrapped in quilt. I was almost comfortable. This begs the question, was I even ‘passed out’ drunk. I think not. I’m mean, let’s really look at this. Even if I was three-sheets to the wind, I had the wherewithal to take a quilt with me when I left the house.
Sure, I had one or twelve too many, but as I stepped out the door, I at least thought to myself, “hey you, there’s a good chance you’re not going to make it to wherever you plan on going. Why don’t you take a blanket just in case.”
Of course, that also brings up the Neo and the vase scenario. Had I not brought a blanket with me, would I have still given up and laid down or just kept trudging along? I guess we will never know.
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