I remember walking home from a bar in the lower east side of Manhattan after I lost my wallet. It was about 5 am and I lived in Midtown, not too far but not close when blackout drunk with no money either. I must have fallen a bunch of times because I had bruises and my pants were dirty when I came to the next day. Anyone watching must have quite a show, ah nyc though where nobody does anything if they see someone in that state.
Best part was my wallet was in my cargo pant lower pocket, I was so drunk I never checked.