I woke up at a place where I was married, with 2 boys, a pregnant wife, 2 mortgages, in debt, a junker truck, arthritic, and working a mediocre job.
Sure, I went to sleep knowing I was at that place, but it is still shocker to wake up to.
SNARFLE!
I went to bed in a shady hotel in rural Quebec and woke up, in the same room, 2 hours later, sounding like I was sleeping on the floor of a ******* rave. Went down to find the bartender blaring music at obscene levels and refusing to turn it down due to "house orders"... ... in broken english "zis eees a discoteque"... nobody else around.
Closest I ever came to killing someone, and I woulda been a hero given the place was packed with people having to wake up at 5 am for a local race.