Short of being trapped in a room without a remote to change the TV from The View, not having a bottle opener to crack open an ice cold bottle of beer is the worst possible thing that can happen. Or is it?
Drinking and running far seem about as natural a fit as the Philadelphia Phillies and winning, but there are some people who can't resist the lure of an activity that will shred your insides like a machete.
It starts innocently enough. You go out for a drink or two and the next thing you know, you wake up in a dumpster behind a Chinese restaurant wearing nothing but a tin foil hat and the unmistakable scent of regret.