how i became
The party I will never remember
Maybe it wasn’t the right hour for setting out, the sun too blazing or too uncertain. Maybe it was a road that belonged to another, never really yours.
The rays pieced the veil which was my room, my eyes burned from the light streaming through the blinds. I felt my surroundings warp around me; I could feel the wetness beneath of the previous night’s events. Unfortunately I had vomited on myself in my drunken endeavours, my ears rang, and my head spun, I could possibly have the worst hangover of the century. I have no memory of last night in my drunken state; I felt my pockets for evidence. All I could find was my wallet, car keys, someone else’s identity and I had lost my own, not knowing who I was. I then having a vague idea of where I was at last night set off to find an understanding of who I am and what had happened to me the previous night.I walked around my house looking for remnants of the previous night, I stumbled upon a figure sleeping on my couch, he was a stocky male around 6ft, and I hesitantly nudged him trying to wake him. His eyes opened wide neither one of us knew what was going on. Till he leapt from the couch and embraced with a hug, it felt like a bear was squeezing the life from me. After a few awkward moments he said “bro that party was mad” I thought my party, what party. I then began to converse with this stranger “who am I” with a confused look he replied. “John what’s wrong with you, are you that hungover”. “Who the f### is john, I can’t remember john” I ask the stranger in a demanding tone.
The stranger takes a minute to comprehend what I have just dropped upon him as he had no recollection of me informing him of my current memory state. He then turned and looked at me puzzled “Have you lost your memory”, asked the stranger. The stranger then says in a happy tone “I am Paul, nice to meet you john, let’s see if we can get your memory back”. John and Paul then left searching for John’s identity as he
Maybe it wasn’t the right hour for setting out, the sun too blazing or too uncertain. Maybe it was a road that belonged to another, never really yours.
The rays pieced the veil which was my room, my eyes burned from the light streaming through the blinds. I felt my surroundings warp around me; I could feel the wetness beneath of the previous night’s events. Unfortunately I had vomited on myself in my drunken endeavours, my ears rang, and my head spun, I could possibly have the worst hangover of the century. I have no memory of last night in my drunken state; I felt my pockets for evidence. All I could find was my wallet, car keys, someone else’s identity and I had lost my own, not knowing who I was. I then having a vague idea of where I was at last night set off to find an understanding of who I am and what had happened to me the previous night.I walked around my house looking for remnants of the previous night, I stumbled upon a figure sleeping on my couch, he was a stocky male around 6ft, and I hesitantly nudged him trying to wake him. His eyes opened wide neither one of us knew what was going on. Till he leapt from the couch and embraced with a hug, it felt like a bear was squeezing the life from me. After a few awkward moments he said “bro that party was mad” I thought my party, what party. I then began to converse with this stranger “who am I” with a confused look he replied. “John what’s wrong with you, are you that hungover”. “Who the f### is john, I can’t remember john” I ask the stranger in a demanding tone.
The stranger takes a minute to comprehend what I have just dropped upon him as he had no recollection of me informing him of my current memory state. He then turned and looked at me puzzled “Have you lost your memory”, asked the stranger. The stranger then says in a happy tone “I am Paul, nice to meet you john, let’s see if we can get your memory back”. John and Paul then left searching for John’s identity as he