Dude, a laundromat dryer, really? That must be some story.
Yep. Inside the dryer, curled up and comfy, still in my halloween costume, sun up and shining on the first day of November. Had no idea how I got there. *sigh*
Worse was the time I fired six rounds from a 357 magnum, just for grins (showing off!) into the floor, ceiling, and bathtub (!!) of a friend's old ramshackle house. God most certainly rode on my shoulder and protected me in those wild days; I guess it must have dawned on me that I owed it to Him to quit drinking! [^))