I decided on something fun that would force me to think around my usual playstyle, because I hit a wall playing the same nearsighted student build over and over.
So I played an illiterate hobo.
I stole a pathetic gun and almost took a few books, along with all the cargo pants I could get my mitts on. Also a bowler hat.
Eventually the constant need he had for quaffing slow-down whiskey got the best of me, so I decided to ditch the addiction by taking a bag of bacon, some Coke, and a few bottles of toilet water and hunkering down in my start shelter until I stopped feeling “like I could use a drink”.
I kept that whiskey much longer than I should’ve.
Oh, and I caught the flu.

Those were hard days, man. Brother, can you spare a dime?