Just put one foot in front of the other. Sounds easy? Yeah, but no. You literally have to aim each leg. Nail the balance and you walk. Fail and you're on the floor. It’s as brutally honest as a hungover Saturday morning. Crooked sidewalks, rusty railings, sleepy pedestrians, and that beer you just have to chug turn the walk home into an absolute circus. One second you're bitching about someone dragging the whole squad into a ditch, and the next you’re face-planting hard into the asphalt while your buddy laughs and collapses right on top of you.