The only thing I could think about doing and wanted to do was get absolutely shit faced so that I had no grasp on reality any more. I finished off the beers I didn't drink the night before. Then ran out and quickly went to the shop before it closed at 18.00. I wasn't concerned about eating, like I said all I wanted to do was lose myself and escape from this awful reality. Again, I don't have a clue what happened really that night. All I can clearly remember was shot gunning most of my new twelve that night. To shotgun a beer, you pierce a hole in the bottom or side, put the hole to your mouth, get ready, open the ring pull and down it as quick as you can as it shoots into your mouth. The way Jack and Chris opened the cans was by pressing their thumb nail on the side and gently applying pressure, the cans are so weak they give and your thumb makes a clean hole in the side. I had a go like this but couldn't do it. Maybe it was because I had just recently cut my finger nails too short.