Like a fart in the wind

There was one time I cheekily asked for a guys guitar at a party around a little fire. Annie fed me many bud lights. I played said guitar, I woke up with blood on my face, not knowing the name, or whomes house I was at, or period blood on my face (Annies... i forgot that AM), and her apologizing to me profusely. It was ghastly.

I'm still not over her 15 years later.