locked in the back of a uhaul, using a loaf of bread as a pillow. when the sun rose the tiny airhole in the wall became a camera obscura and i watched the sunrise uprise down while waiting for someone to unlock the truck.
Woke up in a horse drawn cart headed to some kind of military cult execution. Ended up escaping due to an unscheduled train.
Dovakhiin?
Exactly what I was thinking of 😂
I woke up in a bathtub once. The specifics are missing, but I remember someone suggested playing beer pong with tequila instead.
On a military style folding bed, without a blanket and a gas mask on.
(I was renovating my current apartment, it was 4 o’clock in the morning and there were too many particles in the air to breathe without a filter.)
On a huge trampoline with 10 friends when I was like 15.
In a pile of people on a Persian carpet outside an underground nightclub.
Inside an abandoned caravan in the middle of a forest that I was lost in.
Inside a big tyre used as a cushion for boats on a dock. In Swedish the word for being passed out from being drunk is “däckad” and the word tyre is “däck” so I was “däckad i ett däck” - “tyred in a tyre”.
Camping when a herd of very large deer passed through to wave us up after seeing bear tracks several miles back.
Also back in high school, the marching band bus on longer trips.
Back of my car in the crescent city Walmart parking lot after a Yosemite trip.
I woke up naked on a beach, under a canoe. Haven’t really drank much tequila since.
A holding cell, waiting to be processed is boring as hell. I’d highly recommend learning to sleep in the recovery position because even a solid steel bench can be comfortable if you do.
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Such a cool link. Thanks for sharing.
with a slight change in position (bottom) the penis is protected
Isn’t that the truth…
LOL, been there done that. The tile floor was better than the steel bench because I could get in that position. Didn’t know there was a word for that!
Lucky, the floor in mine was even smaller than the bench
A cemetery, a dried river bed and the basement of a derelict school. All backpacking in eastern Europe.
On the floor of a closet in a cheap hotel. With the closet door closed.
In the aisle of a truck stop convenience store between magazine racks. Our tour bus had broken down again. It was in some midwestern town, can’t even remember the state, as this was in the late 80s. Was reading magazines on the floor to kill time and fell asleep. Fortunately the clerk didn’t care.
In a cattle-car using an M-16 A1 Automatic rifle to prop up my helmet, en-route to be tear-gassed.
Calabar, Nigeria
What’s weird about it?
Most of it. Beautiful scenery, though. And friendly people.
A woman picked me up at a bar and we went back to her place.
When I woke up the next morning I was surrounded by the most Elvis paraphernalia that I have ever seen in one place.
I told her I was grabbing some coffees and just never returned.
That really makes me miss Graceland Too
My story starts the same, except I woke on the couch, butt naked, her fully dressed and her family milling around making breakfast. They were very nice people!
Rode my motorcycle to work on a Saturday to check in on my training class who had just hit the call center floor.
“Where you been shalafi?”
“Uh, it’s a story…”
A closed hentai booth
