”Hey,” someone whispers from next to you, “hey! Are you alright?!” You open your eyes. You almost had a grip on those odds, you think, before you started to drift off to sleep. It was a looong night and it’s only about 7 am right now… “Yeah,” you say, “yeah, I think so. I was just stopping to see if you were okay.” The guy gives you a funny look; he’s well-built and has long bleach-blonde hair and a huge nose. He must be a bodybuilder or something. “Well, thanks for that,” he says, “are you sure you’re doin’ okay?” “Yeah, yeah,” you get out of the car in an attempt to show him you’re fine, but slip a little on the wet ground and look a little like a drunk.
