just lots of money, falls on the ground? i don't know 2 cell phones, lighters for sure I've lost my car before, but found it the next day
Oh yeah I forgot about money. If I never imbibed I would be a rich man from just the money I've misplaced.
My car. In myrtle beach black bike week. I blacked out on the beach in some chicks hotel room...and came to around 6:00 am and didn't know where anybody I knew was. Couldn't find my car. I was stumbling down the strip for miles. And some of the people I went to school with saw me and scooped me and tried to help me find my car. We eventually found it about 3 hours later. It was about 7 miles away and about 5 blocks away from the beachfront.
Reminds me of a shared house I lived in, in London. 14 of us, from all over the world lived in this mental house for about 18months. There were parties, weed, coke, pills almost every night and definitely every weekend. Invariably the next day, there wouldn't be a single goddamn lighter to find anywhere. Anyway, one night near the end of my stay there, I came home with my coke buddy, Luke, from a club. After endless unsuccessful searching for a lighter for the pre-bed spliff, he called me upstairs. When I went into his room, a drawer in his dresser was open and there they were...every single lighter that had ever been in our house. He had been collesting them for kicks, for over a year. I was lost for words. I still am.
I had to respect his dedication. A fucking year. Undies, I did punch him one time, but it was a petty coke fuelled argument. We both woke up with black eyes and a loss of self-respect.
I've lost loads of things. I'm pretty sure I lost my leatherman wave while drunk. my buddy once rocked up to his house after a night drinking, wearing no pants. had no idea where they went to. the craziest I've heard though, was a friend of a friend who lost a rental car. she was on a one-week holiday on the gold coast. when she woke up after her 4 or 5 day drinks and pills binge, she had no recollection of where the ride was parked.
I lost my mom's car one night, and I guess you could say I lost myself. Well, I wasn't drunk. Instead, I was on a whole shitload of xanax. I was driving around one night while I was fukt up as shit on some xanax, and I wrecked the car, so I pulled it into a store and parked it. I went inside the store to see if I could hitch a ride off of one of the customers. A guy inside told me he'd give me a ride if I would get him stoned, and I agreed. I needed to get to Oakwood, GA, so I asked him where he was headed, apparently never mentioning to him that I needed to get to Oakwood, and he said that he was headed to Commerce, GA and I said "That'll work, I guess", because it was closer than I was, or so I thought. So I got in the car with him and left my mom's car at the store. Somehow, during the ride, I lost my wallet, but I ended up in Commerce. Then he and I went our separate ways and I went into a store to use the phone. I called my mom and told her I had wrecked her car and I was in Commerce and I needed her to come and get me, so she did. I told her the car was in Suwanee, GA, so we went to look for it. We didn't find it, however, until we got back to Oakwood, and it was parked at a store about 1 mile from our house So it turned out, I was only about a mile from the house when I wrecked the car, and I ended up about 45 miles from the house. I only THOUGHT I had wrecked the car in Suwanee, which is about 60 miles from Oakwood. It turns out, I lost the car, my wallet, and my job that night.