I've got lots of weird stories but very few when alone.
Once a long time ago, after much booze and mind-altering substances, I sat on a bridge rail with my feet hanging over the water. This was a major highway over a major river sometime between 1 and 4 in the morning. I had a nice nap. Woke up just before daybreak and started walking towards town. A county cop stopped and gave me a ride into town. I had a half empty bottle of vodka in my pocket. I was 17 or 18. One of many many stories that make me wonder why I am still alive