[QUESTION] Places you've slept?

I've slept on the stairs outside of an apartment complex one time.


While working at Frito-Lay one summer I slept in the back of a trailer.

 

I've spent almost a few weeks sleeping in the backseat of my old Ford Tempo, usually parked in closed department store lots in Florida.

I spent more than a month sleeping under the Hubert H. Humphrey bridge (also in Florida).

I once slept on a Michigan courthouse lawn for seven hours straight - from 9AM until 4PM. Oddly, no one bothered me. I missed my appointment though.

I slept in the back of a Ryder truck in Michigan too. I had a good sleeping bag and a hammock tied from wall to wall - it got so cold at night that my 2-liter bottle of diet soda actually froze solid. I almost did too. Ended up sleeping in the waiting room of a hospital the next day - not because of any problems, but because people usually won't bother you if you're sleeping in the waiting room. They just assume you're waiting for someone.

I've taken a nap in the cargo hold of a Greyhound bus. It was very comfortable - I had an old duffel bag stuffed with clothes as a mattress, and was surrounded and supported by similar bags from other people who were still on the bus. It was like being in the belly of a whale, but not as smelly and damp....er, I assume.

 

States and countries...too many to count.

But I have slept under overpasses and in coverts running under expressways listening to the music of semis during my hitch-hiking/see America days.

RR

 

Bus Station in Mexico (everyone was doing it)

The back steps of my aunts house when noone was home (on acid no less. I thought I had died and death was constant night..until the sun came up and I came to my senses)

My floor with the dogs.

I love passing out on the couch watching cable t.v.

 

I've slept in a terminal at LaGuardia Airport in NYC after my flight got delayed.

 

your mama's bed last night.




sorry couldn't resist

 

I slept at a Metallica concert at Hirsch Memorial coliseum in Shreveport, Louisiana once.

I'm not exactly sure you could call it "sleep," but I was definitely out.

 

Sleeping now, at work.


I slept on the lawn beside the Astrodome, waiting for Rush tickets.
Fell asleep at a Hank Williams, Jr. concert. I think Hank did too.
Slept in a lawn chair beside the Guadalupe River, only to wake up and find that my friends saran wrapped me to my chair.

 

I slept at the door of Cactus records near Willowbrook Mall waiting for Rush tickets. Did the same thing for U2.

I slept in my front yard in college a few times. (don't ask)

I once slept in a bed between two lesbians. (not what you think)

I once slept in a satellite dish behind a hotel we were staying at for the San Jac Jazz Festival.

I slept through an entire Astro game at the dome the day after a bachelor party.

Last month, I slept straight from 9-3 in a Chevy dealership waiting for my car to be ready.

 

LAX more than once

 

Back when I was in college I was out at Northgate one night and got into that demon stage where I was so drunk I became an obnoxious b*stard. I was just grabbing random pitchers on surrounding tables in Hole In The Wall and just downing them. Then I went to Coupe's (it was still there then) and had a Japanese Minnow Farmer with some friends and was propmtly notified by my inner security council that I was moments away from purging my system.

So I ran out side, tried to find a hidden area and realeased the contents of my stomach. Then to recover I took a walk down University until I got in front of the First Methodist Church. There was a bench in the front so I took a seat thinking that no cop would give me a PI there in front of the church (drunken logic, I was planning on invoking sancitity...).

Then these three frat dudes come walking in front of me, I guess going back to their car and started to muck with me. They were yelling things at me and were coming closer to me as I was slouched over on the bench. Then one of them actually sits on me and I throw him off and jack him right in the face. It didn't really occur to me what I had done until I did it. Everybody kind of froze for a second and then I took off running. I ran around to the back of the church and knew I couldn't run much further, nor defend meself, in my present condition. So I dove into a bunch of hedges that surrounded the church. I waited their listening for them for a while and the next thing I know I am being woken up by the sprinkler underneath me going off while I was laying in a pile of my own puke.

It was about 6 in the morning and I had a huge hangover. I called some friends but of course no one was answering their cell phone at 6 am on a saturday so I had to walk about four miles home. On the way home was a MacDonalds and I stopped in to cure my hangover and I didn't really think about what I looked like covered in mud and blood and puke and beer. The lady got her manager who asked me to leave...

So when I got home I found out that someone had called the cops to see if I was in jail and then they just figured I found some girl. Good times.

 

... in my ex-wife's bed.

 

I've slept with the fishes (fell asleep basking in the shoals off Key West but didn't anymore after finding out barracuda are everywhere in those shoals). I've also slept 14,000 feet up camping in the Rockies (it's as close as I'll ever get to being in the Mile High Club ). Those are my personal highs and lows.

 

I slept in a fleabag hotel in Matamoros.

I slept at Enchanted Rock.

I slept on the stairs outside my own apartment in a pool of my own vomit.

I slept in my car while driving down I-35. (Got pulled over for that one).

I slept in the most palacious hotel in India.

 

In my brother's I-mark in the parking lot at Lackland Air Force Base...

In a Condo on South Padre Island we broke into for Spring Break '87...

In my car during my divorce...

On the beach fishing with my Dad and brothers...

In the coaches office after a long scouting trip...

On the bus to a tournament and before/after many away games...

In the Emerency room waiting for an appendectomy...

After intensive partying, on many yards, bushes, driveways, and floors around the lower Rio Grande Valley...

In a car on the backroads around my old house...

 

I once fell asleep sitting in the 7th row at a Grateful Dead concert at Hofheinz Pavilion in 1977.

Might have had to do with the prodigious amounts of chronic I had smoked that evening.

I'm sure it did wonder's for Uncle Jerry's ego....NOT!

 

In a sleazy motel in Nashville while someone was being murdered two rooms down.

 

Why do I have to work today...? I've got so many sleeping stories, keep this one up at the top and by the end of the day maybe I'll get some free time!!!