Moral of the story: never skinny dip with a bunch of hippy nudists on a full moon night in the middle of spring when you don't know your ass from your elbow!!!!
Funny? You think? Huh, if you only knew. Re-phrase that... if I only knew.
You see, I am suffering from a mild case of amnesia. Mild being that I cannot remember an effing thing about the last 4 days! I also, conveniently, cannot remember my own name. All I know is that I am a young male, dark hair, tall enough to almost have to bend to enter most buildings and I have a funny shaped bruise on the lower right side of my back.
The last thing I remember is getting ready to start a road trip with a friend, the car fully loaded with enough beer and snacks to feed a college frat house for at least 3 weeks.
Where were we headed? Hell, I know we had a destination, I just cannot remember it.