Quote Originally Posted by Moonraker
So did it take your head off or what?
My head was already pretty much hanging in the water. That particular day when I was still young single and foolish resulted in a bizarre chain of events.

After eventually drifting back the the bungalo area I tried to get out of the ring thing and realised that I was a bit more nailed than I had first thought. I couldn't see properly and getting my legs to move was proving difficult. I had to walk back holding onto to trees and walls and pretty much anything else I could find to support me.

I went up to my room in the guesthouse and left my sandals at the top of the stairs as one was meant to.

I got up a few hours later and went to put my sandals on, but there was something wrong. They looked like my sandals. They fitted like my sandals. THey were the same brand, same colour, same everything. BUT they weren't my sandals. They just didn't feel right.

I went out in the evening for dinner and to try and either get more nailed or at least stay awake. But all I could think about was these sandals that weren't mine but looked just like mine. I kept telling the people that I had gone out to dinner with about it.

I eventually had to call it a night due to my head being battered from the sandal incident.

On retiring to my bed I took my sandals in with me just in case somebody stole them again. Next morning I got up and went out. There at the top of the stairs were my sandals. MY sandals. Not the counterfeit ones that I was wearing on my feet.

Swapped them over and went on my way.

Later in the day drifting down the river again I saw the owner of the sandals float by. I told him what he had done and he too had realised that they weren't his sandals after he had got to the restaurant and they didn't feel right.