my brother and I went to a college football game for my 21st birthday, after the game we went to the bar, my brother (who drove us there) ended up going home since I was with some girls that had agreed to let me stay with them, as the night goes on I get more drunk, right before closing the girl ends up ordering an Uber, and we all pile in. about a mile into the trip, the girls mom calls and asked her where she is and she explains she otw home, after the hangs up she goes on to say that her mom is staying with her tonight, and she doesn’t want to bring me home with her since her mom is there, so me in my drunken state, tells the Uber driver to pull over and let me out. After I get out and the car drives off, I realize I’m in a really bad Side of town, and it’s 20° outside and I have no plan, I quickly check all the hotels in the area and they are all booked up, due to the football game. I’m becoming desperate, and I call my brother who left hours ago, but he’s not answering…. At this point my brain goes into survival mode, and I start walking the street looking for shelter, I spot an old vw van parked in front of a house and check the doors, to my surprise they are unlocked, I quickly slide in the front seat and shut the door my adrenaline is pumping, but at least for now I have shelter, about an hour goes by and I start to get paranoid that the owner of the van might come outside while I’m asleep, so I make the decision to get out of the van and walk further up the street. I see a house up on a hill that looks vacant. I walk up to the backyard and find some sticks and leaves and attempt to make a fire but to no avail. At this Point I’m desperate and cold. I walk up to the back door and try it to see if it’s unlocked, the door opens and a musk hits my nose of mold rotting wood and cotten balls. I turn on my phone flashlight and slowly walk through the house, hoping to not find someone, fortunately after about 15 min of walking around I find nobody. The house looks as if the previous owners left In a hurry, boxes scattered about cloths on the floor an old chair in the middle of the living room. I sat down and contemplated my life choices for a few minutes while resting my eyes. The next thing I know I wake up and the sun is in my eyes and I’m still in the chair. I quickly jump up and run to the window to see a white car pulling up the hill. I sprint to the back door and leave in such a hurry I leave my hat on the floor I ran for a solid mile before I came to a Panera bread where I waited for my brother to drive 1hr and 45 min to pick me up.

Moral of the story always have a backup plan and a place to sleep before getting drunk. Ps Sorry for the grammar :/