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So somebody just left my apartment. They were drunk, and I knew they were drunk. He's the same size as me, and wouldn't give me his keys without a fight. Two 230+ guys wrestling over keys wil generally get you kicked out of an apartment complex. So I did not wrestle him for his keys.
But I tried really hard to keep him here. I baked a pizza (drunk food), offered up my liquor cabinet (100+ bottles), and my, rather comfortable, couch to sleep on. My mother really messed up her life by D&D'ing, and I vowed to never do it myself. I haven't. But I feel like letting somebody go, knowing full well they're not sober enough to drive, is just as bad. WTF can I do next time? -JOTR |
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