It happened like three times that for a couple of seconds i stumble across the apartment, thinking roger scruton is in the house and impatiently waits for me so he can give me a ride to the super market. Whenever im not working, my sleep goes to the dogs.
An old guy's at the bar, drunk. Another guy picks him up off the floor and takes him home. On the way to the car, he falls down three times. When they get to his house, the second guy helps him out of the car, and on the way to the front door, he falls down four more times.