I feel like I died a horrible, ****** death at the hands of some great and terrible beast with razor claws and gnashing teeth that escaped its cage and pounced on me, out of the shadows, glinting eyes reflecting fire from the wreckage left by the mile-long circus train, now derailed, after running into me
full speed.
"Oh my god... I'm never drinking again..." He said, lying to himself, and God, in agony. "You'd think I'd have learned my lesson by now."