For years it wasn't unusual for me to miss bits and pieces of an evening, and I have blacked out before, but my last night drunk I have no memory of what so ever. Or why I looked like I fell out of a fast moving car... I have no concerns about where my drinking will "progress" to, it's a miracle I have survived my own drunken behavior. Sooner or later one of these misadventures will get me. I always joked I was like Mr Magoo, it's beyond ridiculous what I've survived, not that I haven't suffered some horrendous injuries. But it's no longer fun, and now I've chosen a different life. We each decide when we've had enough