I spent yesterday morning with one friend, and made another, the guy up the road with the lifted truck. We left there and ended up back at my place where we partied on into the afternoon.

A lady dropped by and swooped him up. After he left another friend dropped by, carrying a fifth of Southern Comfort in a brown paper bag. I've never had it before, so I opened it and we drank.

Interesting stuff, and shortly the bottle was half empty. After he left, Daniel dropped by. He stuck his nose up at it, and refused a shot. This is a man who drinks Fireball on occasion.

That's the last thing I remember...