It all started when I decided to experiment with booze. I stole a little of this and a little of that from my parents' liquor cabinet and mixed them together in an applesauce jar, washing the foul swigs down with Coke. As I recall the contents included gin, vodka, whiskey, and vermouth, as those were the large bottles from which small amounts would not be missed. I was alone at home and the dog needed walking. I ran outside in the freezing air enthusiastically and slipped on an icy driveway, slightly fracturing my left tibia just above the ankle.
So what did I do...I came home in a full-leg cast, and did it again. This time I had a borrowed film projector at my disposal. Soon I found myself too drunk to thread a new reel through it and got caught by my mom, who noticed my slurred speech and total lack of coordination in the task.
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