Back in my home country for one week on holiday and everyone is on the done.
I make pretty bad choices when I drink, and on the two occasions in this week that I’ve been mortal shit faced, I casually walk straight into bad situations and find myself standing in a dark room with strangers and offerings.
I must have higher help, somehow I always walk out of these places every time as straight as I walked in. I’m like a freaking nun ??