Ok keeep in mind two things. 1-I feel really bad about it after the fact. 2-I was really, really drunk.
Ok, so on my 23rd birthday, I wanted to celebrate. I was in a new town, new job, etc. My roommates were all camping that weekend, but I had to work, so I had the house to myself. All my friends were working, I had the day off. So I sat on the couch feeling sorry for myself and started downing a 1.75 of Jack. I'm about 3/4 of the way through the bottle, watching a movie and playing Halo 2, when I decide I have to goi to the bathroom. I'm also wondering why I can still see straight and don't feel messed up. So I take another shot. Then I stand up. All the booze seemed to hit at once, the world goes fuzzy, and I fall. Right into my roommate's brand new, $650 apiece rims for his car. Shiny, happy rims suddenly start rolling around, crashing into everything in the living room as I scramble to try and contain them, one of them rolls out the door, and somehow manages to find it's way into the road just as a pickup drives by and slams into it, completely messing up the rim. Yeah, I moved shortly after that.