So I was living in London and it was my mates 25 th birthday . We decided to head out and celebrate . I wanted to call him shots and we agreed on Tequila .
Shot for him ... Shot for me .. Shot for him ... Shot for me ... bla bla bla .. And completely wasted .. It was one of those night where you cant walk and move or do anything . We had to leave pub and we went to tube station .. I fell in between tube and platform gap , got out , but could not get up any-more .. " You can head home mate , i will be al-right " I said .. My friend was determined to get me home . He borrowed a wheel chair from tube station security and rolled me home from ..
I had a long hair at the time . Really long hair .So from time to time my hair would get caught in the wheels of the wheel chair and ,he would move backwards to get them out .. It happened many times .. After a long morning/ night we got home ..
Next morning ( few hours later ).. No more tequila and i shaved my head (Even now - years later -still short hair !)