"The Night I Wish I Could Remember" is based off my friend Brianna's friend Lee. Lee is 16 years old.
Last weekend (February 4th, 2012 to 5th) went to Los Angelos for Mardi Gras (don't ask, "Why not New Orleans?" that's unimportant at the moment.) Somehow he got into a bar and somehow obtained achoholic drinks. He was later invited to an after party where he was given drinks. He didn't even know what was in the drinks but he drank them anyways. He then met a woman (probably much older than him) and (definitly) screwed around with her. He cannot remember at the moment. He then woke up the next morning in his hotel room (No, there wasn't a tiger in the bathroom) and couldn't remember a thing. Basically this is the story of that weekend, reproccesed through my twisted mind, and put into first person. ENJOY!
Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I? My eyes snap open and the ceiling of the room I am in is fuzzy.
Oh, it's just the hotel room... Wait, how the hell did I get back from last night?! I breathed out heavily and rubbed my eyes. The room came into focus. Nothing seemed to have followed me home from the night before except the smell of alcohol and cigarettes.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! This is not the hotel room! I'm on someone's couch, in a house I have never been in. There are people passed out on the floor. I've never seen these people before in my life. There's a horrible smell coming from the next room over. Suddenly there was a strange buzzing in the back of my pants. My phone.
You have 4 new text messages read the little screen. I scrolled down to the Read New Message bar and clicked on it.
4 new message from Brianna