So, I took some bars (how every great story starts) and then ran into a homeless man with meth. I drop acid, then snort a HUGE rail of chris. I don't make it 20 feet, and my dicks already raging hard, so I jump into the nearest ditch by a public road, and start furiously masterbiting. I finally have a cosmic nut, then I go lay down on the tables of an outdoors restaurant with my pubes showing. Guy tells me to leave, so after almost fighting this guy, I go to guitar center and start playing epic guitar solos. The staff notifies me that parents are complaining about my behavior, I get into beef with the staff there and I'm no longer allowed back. I went hike at 3 am being loud and waking up in the room. I drink all of my roommates fruit juice, and he tells the owner of the complex on me (I got kicked out, it's sober living). He says I have two options, go back to rehab for a month and come back, or homeless. So, I'm actually happy to have such an awesome land lord.