No more for me

Weekend was great. Went to bigsky, did some filming, listened to drunk musicians yell at puppies, etc. Then I made the mistake of buying a bottle of wiskey. One thing led to another I had finished the bottle in a matter of 20 minutes. As a result, I found myself pulling the trigger passed out in a camping chair. What a fun time though. At one point i woke up and was freaking out, I said "guys, i think my legs are staked to the ground." Everyone played along and said "whatever logan thats crazy talk." I didnt listen, and soon started yelling at Elliot. Its funny, even though I was way drunk, i still managed to blame things on that lovely bastard of a friend.