Apologies - this didn't happen in LOS.
I used to work for Motorcycle News in Birmingham. My best buddy Mike got fired for lateness, drinking and being sh!t generally...
The leaving present we got him was a few bottles of Absinthe (green, poisonous sh!t, but kinda tasty ^^).
Anyways, I popped out at lunch time to have a couple with him and ended up drinking this stuff till midnight or later...
I got my g/f to pick me up and whilst waiting for her I collapsed asleep in a bush. I spent the night in the bush 'cos my g/f couldn't find me.
My buddy cycled home (he had lost his licence) and got run over.
The weird thing? A really hot ****** shook me awake at 5 am askind me if I wanted business. I still wonder how many fat, middle age bikers who are sleeping in bushes are really just looking for business...
Oh yes, I lost my job too
