Back in the day, I was really drunk. I decided to ride back home on a bicycle. All I remember is that I was going down the street. Someone pulled up behind me and honked. When I turned my head to see what was going on, the handlebars turned with and I went right over the handlebars.

The person honking was a friend of mine. She said that she saw me swerving on the bike and thought it would be best if she drove me and the bike back to my place. I agreed.

Then, when we got back to my place, she offered to carry the bike inside and dress my scrapes. I declined. Then, as I was walking the bike back in, I tripped and fell on the bike.