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My friends and I celebrated the end of our junior year of high school by holding what we called AlcoholFest '99. After 15 consecutive hours of drinking, we decided that instead of the tried-and-true sleeping in a warm bed at home, we'd take a cab to a big park and sleep with the homeless people. It was freezing and I tripped over one of them. I still managed to fall asleep, under a tree in a clearing.
I woke up, with the worst hangover ever, shivering, far from home, and covered with mud.
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