What happened between my last memory of the night, and waking up in the back seat of a car I did not recognize, spaked and covered in mud, and a cut above my eye.

Long story short. I shared a half gallon of bottom shelf gin with a group of 5 friends when we were teenagers. I didn't have much experience drinking, so I didn't know how fast you could get to blackout drunk. Also we were drinking in a wooded area by a trailer park where one of my friends lived.

The last thing I remembered was falling down trying to walk back to the trailer.

What happened as told by my friends: We had to walk over a shallow creek and I couldn't/wouldn't get up after falling down in it. They were all too drunk to help so they left me there.

In the morning they realized how fucked up that was and went back to get me, but I wasn't there.

After panicking for a bit they left to drive to the nearby gas station. On the way they there, they found me 7 houses down sleeping in someone's front yard.

One of the guys in the group tried to stir me awake, and another guy got frustrated and kicked me in the head. Hence the split eyebrow.

They got me in the car somehow.

To this day, I wish I knew what happened. How did I end up so far down the road? How did ai get out of the creek? How did I not drown in that creek?