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Eyes fluttering open to see that everything around him was a blur, it took Matt a minute to figure out how he had ended up here, huddled on the sidewalk with his knees pulled up to his chest, and his back against a solid brick wall. Slowly, the memories of everything that had happened earlier that night came flooding back. He remembered drinking a lot in an attempt to drowned his sorrows, then getting angry when the bartender refused to serve him anymore, and finally, being literally thrown out of the bar, landing with a hard thud on the pavement, and never bothering to get up again once he was down. At some point soon after that, he must have passed out, but the rain that had began to fall from the sky must have woken him up. As he tried to push himself back up to his feet, he lost his balance and fell back to the ground, not bothering to attempt getting up a second time. It was more than just the fact he was drunk that made it difficult for him to stand; his muscles felt sore, and he just felt weak in general as well. Despite the fact that he was shivering, there was sweat running down his face, and even though he was uncomfortable, he had no motivation to try to stand up again so he could move. Instead, he just pulled his knees tighter against his chest and tried to stop himself from shivering, fully realizing, but not really caring, that he could get very sick if he didn’t pull himself out of this freezing cold rain soon.
