Or...
How I fell asleep on the coach to France, woke up snuggled up to a man my Dad's age, discovered I had drooled on his shirt, and then decided, Fuck it. He's comfy. I'm going back to sleep.
His name was Rupert, he's married, has kids my age, and was hugely embarrassed about the whole thing. But considering I toppled over on to him whilst sleeping
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