I didn’t mean to hit him, I don’t think. I don’t really know, and I won’t actually remember much. I probably pulled out my whiskey when I started to grade those papers, and there’s no one in my office to say anything about that. It must have been hours I was there, since I recall there was light coming through the window before it starts to get blurry from there. I woke up in bed again, so I know I made it home, so I get up to change in a hurry to make it to my first class only somewhat late. I don’t bother giving myself a onceover in the mirror, just swish some mouthwash and stumble to the garage. My bag sits by the door, so I reach down to grab it and I pause for a second. There’s a dent on the license plate. I stand slowly as my head starts to pound, and I see a bigger dent on the hood. I’m sure it wasn’t there the day before, and neither was the spiderweb crack in the windshield. What the hell happened last night? I’ve been lucky for years, no accidents and I’ve never woken up in a cell. I realize I’m just staring at the car, and realize my head is pounding more. I get in and make my way to the campus, check my breath in my hand as I park, and before I realize it I’m standing in front of my students. There’s someone missing.