I have nobody to blame but myself.
While I shake my head in disbelief, my friend stumbles through the shattered wreck that used to be my living room, his face locked into a self-satisfied grin.
I find myself wanting to shout, or at least complain, but instead I ask, "Are you okay?"
"Better than okay!" he replies, his grin never wavering.
I have no idea why he would want to do such a thing, but he did ask. I should've asked him to clarify things, but I didn't.
It'd seemed like such a simple request: "Can I crash here tonight?"