Ya know, sometimes you really fuck up. Not me, never! I'm a really smart guy and I don't do that kind of thing.

Untill today. And man did I do it right. I went out riding my trike, had a couple drinks under my belt and stopped at the local bar.

I don't remember leaving but I drove for a while, looking for the road home. I never found it but found myself out in the sticks with my battery getting really low.

I had absolutely no idea where I was, so I just parked the trike and waited for somebody to come up to the stop sign I was at. I was out in the country folks, and I had lost my phone on top of everything.

How fucking pathetic is that!

A few people rolled up and kept on going. Then a young guy pulled up. He introduced himself as Sam and said he would run home, grab a pickup and help me out.

I'm telling you, I needed it bad. And Sam came to my rescue. He showed up shortly with a pickup and we loaded my trike into it. A while later we rolled into my trailer park and unloaded it.

I told him if he ever needed my help for anything, I would be there, and I will be.

So here I am, home, no phone, and wondering who the fuck I am. I don't know, but at least I'm home...