I had a wild night, waking up with my head pounding and unable to move my legs. I look around and see some empty bottles about and sit up to see my ankles have been bound together by a bike lock. How the hell did this happen? Who would do this to me? No one is home and I am all by myself. I cant stand because my ankles are twisted in this lock, so I need to scoot around on my butt trying to find something that might open it. Or try to manuver my ankles and feet out of it. But no use. There was no way to pick this stubborn lock and it was too tight to squeeze out of it.

I had a wild night, waking up with my head pounding and unable to move my legs. I look around and see some empty bottles about and sit up to see my ankles have been bound together by a bike lock. How the hell did this happen? Who would do this to me? No one is home and I am all by myself. I cant stand because my ankles are twisted in this lock, so I need to scoot around on my butt trying to find something that might open it. Or try to manuver my ankles and feet out of it. But no use. There was no way to pick this stubborn lock and it was too tight to squeeze out of it.