He woke up and he wasn't sure if it was the early morning or the early night. His roommate wasn't home, or didn't wake him because he was still on the couch. 

Oh in the summer he was gone anyway most of the time, helping at a summer camp. Teaching...

The omelette never got made. He ended up just boiling two eggs. 

The onion had gone off, and his arrival to his apartment had brought out all the tiredness of the trip. Of the hangover and everything else. Maybe it was adrenaline. He showered, and had the eggs. He had...

He turned off the radio now, was at least 15 min away. The longest 15 min of his life, and he had to pee. 

His grandfather had told him a long time ago, if you ever get caught speeding just tell them you have to go to bathroom, they’ll let...

The last time he was real drunk. The time before this one. It was his birthday. There was a girl he'd been dating. Then it ended, not on the account of himself, but more she wasn't feeling it. She said.

His friends and took him out, and they sang karaoke and...

He had to stop now at a gas station. This was point where the drive back from Ann Arbor, met up with how he took from home.  He always stopped here, whatever way he was coming. 

He still brought his phone in the gas station, a memory of it or...

He tried knocking at his brothers door. His phone was dead, and probably his brothers as well. The second part of the hangover anxiety had settled over him. He wanted to talk about it with someone. 

He wanted to go back, or charge his phone so he could explain to...

A strange feeling started in his stomach and worked its way to his brain. He awoke startled not in his bed or at his brothers house. The arm of someone over his chest. He was going to be sick. This happened usually after a night out. One time, then he...

Through his door he passed by Laylas more shoes than normal.

"Were they still going?" 

He counted only an extra pair. The anger he had the night before was less so. It was her life he thought, if she wants to be with that MSU loser it was fine. 

He went...

Pat knew his hand. He'd been out before in groups like this. He knew how to pull strings, and he was also one of the only people sober enough to figure out what was going on. 

Jack, alone could go home with his brother, with someone like Layla, the only...

If it was under any sort of light she'd have seen him blush. He instantly became aware of how cold the metal railing they were leaning on was. His mind wished she was Layla, but another part of him was drawn to Charlene, he had lit her cigarette off his.

They...