I think I passed out somewhere between falling off my bike and hitting the ground with my face. I had been drinking & otherwise intoxicating myself. It was lightly snowing outside and I ignored my friend when he encouraged me to take the subway (at 4am, it's a long time to wait for a train). I think I went over one of those metal construction plates and slipped. But I don't remember actually falling. I vaguely remember my face hitting the ground, but not the fall itself. I ended up with a black eye and a few scrapes on my face. A friend of mine nearby let me crash at her place for the night, and then I was interviewed by another friend who's writing his dissertation on messengers the next morning. I looked (and felt) like ****. I told several different lies about how I got the black eye.