I'm back from London, I didn't even tell anyone I was leaving, I just walked downtown to the bus station and got on the 1st bus back to Toronto. The guy I went there to see was passed out on the couch with a bucket of puke beside him, I didn't want to wake him. The 1st night I was there was fun but by Saturday it just became depressing. I went to a couple bars on Friday and we started drinking as soon as we woke up Saturday, that was around 10 am. It was all downhill from there...
2coolforschool:
Ouch. That really sucks man. Sorry to hear you had a shitty time. Usually when alcohol is involved it is a good time for all. But when things go bad, they really go bad.
2coolforschool:
Thanks man, thats what i thought, but one of my idiot friends kept claiming it wasnt.