When we were in college, my then boyfriend/now husband went to what was supposed to be his 'last party' and I wasn't able to go. I went to pick him up around ten, and he was belligerently drunk (had a whole bucket of margaritas to himself). He argued with me that he wasn't ready to leave and locked me on a two story back porch that had no stairs. By the time someone realized I was out there and let me back in, he was gone.

His truck was still there (thankfully) but he was nowhere to be found and no one had seen him. I called all of our friends, I checked the back of his truck, I walked around the neighborhood and just couldn't find him.

I drove around until almost four in the morning looking for that asshole and finally went back to his place figuring he'd caught a ride. He wasn't there. I all but blew up his cell phone trying to find him.

At ten the next morning a friend of ours called and said he had the boyfriend and was bringing him to the house. He'd found him walking along the major highway near our school. Somewhere along the way he'd lost his shirt, his tie, and smashed his cell phone.

It turns out that he had gotten mad and decided to walk home from the party (which was at least eight miles from the house) but instead of turning left at the end of the neighborhood he'd turned right, and ended up walking the long loop which was actually nineteen miles. In dress shoes.

He spent the next day hugging the toilet but he did not escape the wrath of the angry girlfriend.

I know it's not exactly the same situation, but what I'm saying is, try not to panic. Things could still turn out fine. Take a deep breath, take a shower even, and try calling him again. If that doesn't work, call the hospitals, and then call the police. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that this will turn out fine for you as well.

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Brian Rad: Try and feel the brisk sensation that that big cold wet dead fish I like to call reality produces as it smacks you upside the head.