It's midday and I'm absolutely wasted in my parents' house. I do not know why, what I'm doing or who decided it was a good idea to get this drunk when my parents could possibly be home anytime. All I know is that I am completely obliterated.
The doorbell rings and I stumble onto the porch, not even bothering to look out the window beforehand. It's a high school friend of mine, Jen. I recognize her immediately because I have seen her here and there since high school. I greet her and look at the other people she's brought with her. In my drunken stupor however, I fall off the porch and land not-so-gently on my head in the flower bed.
As I regain my composure and wobble back onto the porch, Doug comes out from the house. I steady myself against the railing as I realize he's not as drunk as I am and none of the new arrivals are drunk at all. I squint my eyes at the other three people who I've deducted seem to be male. I cannot make out their faces but Jen tells me their names. I do not remember their names but I get the impression they are our other friends from high school. Unfortunately, it's been so long since I last saw them I cannot recognize them.
I start to lose interest in the conversation and look back into the house. I now realize I (or someone) left the front door open. As soon as I conclude this is a horrible thing, my dog comes running out the door. She leaps at the strangers on the porch but I am, rather unfortunately, in the way. My head is about to hit the ground as once again I drunkenly topple over.
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