Terrifying...
I remember it well. I've always had an unusual sleep cycle. I wake up at like, 7am every morning. Even on Weekends. Anyway, one fateful morning, when I was about 9, I woke up even earlier than usual. I decided to go downstairs, and watch TV. I was awake, I might as well. I heard some shuffling downstairs. I initially thought it was the dog, so I didn't give it a second thought. Anyway, I went downstairs, and opened the living room door. There it was. My Dad, completely nude, completely passed out on the couch, after a long night out on the tiles. I simultaneously sympathized for him, witnessed the death of my childhood, and felt a little bit ill.
(almightyjoey is most likely listening to Electric Wizard on, Thu 28 May 2009, 14:10, Reply)