My answer:a story from a sexual/drunken escapade:my four favorites - because i can’t choose.
when i was sixteen and had just found out how much i liked vodka. i drank too much, and threw up in a mcdonald’s for three hours while a child’s birthday party was taking place. i don’t like vodka anymore.
the next one is when we got drunk at a friend’s house, and then decided to go on a walk at like 1 in the morning. the cops pulled us over because they thought we were breaking into cars. i hid in a bush, but then felt bad, so i came out of the bush in the middle of the “interrogation” and no one even mentioned it at all. no one asked why i was in the bush. not even the police.
then the third time is when i got drunk at a friend’s birthday party at 3 in the afternoon, and i was the first one drunk. there was a giant slip n slide, and erik holland busted through the fence at the end of the slide and broke it. i cried that night for no reason, too.
finally, new years. i drank too much and then we all missed the actual countdown and then i threw up out of nick’s moving vehicle. i cried that night, too.