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I shamble across the lobby and head back inside the bar. I snap at the bartender, demanding another shot. The fragrant butterscotch schnapps helps to disguise the absurdly high alcohol content of my drink. I hold on to the table, hoping that it will keep me stable as I try to sit down.
Suddenly I see a bright light! Is it the brilliant shining light we see before we die? No, it's actually the hospital lights I am seeing. The doctor tries to patch my wounds. While he does, he gives me a lecture about drinking which I'll never forget!
