I'm at my parents'. Seems that somebody needs to drive the kids somewhere, and I seem to be the choice, but I've secretly just finished my sixth beer.

I awaken in the morning with a hangover. I go with Scott to Shari's restaurant in my truck, although I'm not very comfortable driving. We have breakfast at Shari's, mine consisting of three eggs fried together, so it's one white with three yolks. Some girls arrive and I move the eggs secretly onto the table.

I don't know these girls. They are young and not very pretty. Scott knows them.

We get up to leave, and my eggs are still on the table. Everything is chaotic and messy, but I can't think through it. Scott looks at the bill, and we're trying to figure out how to split it. He says "just add these two numbers" and I say "no way, I can't do that kind of sh**!".

We go out to my truck, which is parked in the mud on the side of the road. It obstructs the road a little, so other cars have to pass around it. One car passes around and then fishtails, sliding toward me. I jump back, but it is apparently a controlled slide, and the driver passes on.