I was close to blackout drunk and passing out on the sofa. I accidentally spilled a beer on the floor and decided to leave it for the morning. I must have got up to go to the bathroom and slipped because I came to with a head-wound from the corner of my coffee table.

My place looked like a murder scene from me stumbling around and bumping into walls with blood on my hands trying to figure out what happened before I got my neighbors to call 911 for me. Head wounds bleed a LOT. Thirteen stitches. Luckily, it was on the top of my scalp and my hair covers the massive scar.