I am, for the first time, unhappy with my choice of drinking buddies.
I am wondering how someone can remain horribly angry after he sobers up about being not allowed to leave the bungalow pissed off and piss drunk at 4 am a thirty minute drive from steetlights and an hour and ten minute drive from his place, noting that all these roads have posted speed limits of a hundred clicks. That said, I've new respect for the rest of my friends.