At one of the Weekends at Bierman's(probably the third) Rena got really
drunk, like shit faced drunk. She had not been happy when she started to
drink and so became a very unhappy drunk. I had been out on a walk when
it really hit her, and all of the gang got her in bed, but she kept
calling for me. When I finally got back Rena insited I sist on her bed
and stay with her till she fell asleep. Every few minutes Rena would sit
bolt upright and start crying "Josh, help me, I can't feel my hands, are
they there? I can't find them...I CAN"T FIND MY HANDS!" There was true
terror in her voice, so, like the good brother I am, I soothed hr fears.
"Rena" I said "your hands are there....now shut up and go to sleep!"
Aren't I a good brother?
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