About a decade ago, I went to the warehouse saloon in Austin to kill some time before meeting up with my roommate. The guy next to me ordered a shot and I asked to have another made for myself. After the shot and a beer or two, I asked the guy if he wanted to shoot a couple games of pool and he obliged to accept the ass whipping he was about to receive. Shortly into our first game, I couldn't focus on any of the balls, put up my cue and headed back to the bar because I felt weird as hell. Well, at this point the fella sits back beside me looks over at me and says, "I just want to hold you". I said "I'm not that kind of guy", and then I bolted out of the bar, leaving my cue behind and was barely able to drive to a neighboring gas station.
Anyways, I left a message for my roommate and he found me passed out in my truck and all kinds of incoherent.
Tl;dr - some MFn weirdo possessed by the devil wanted to hug me
Anyways, I left a message for my roommate and he found me passed out in my truck and all kinds of incoherent.
Tl;dr - some MFn weirdo possessed by the devil wanted to hug me