I walked down the hallway of my hotel, tired as hell. As I walked, I let my thoughts consume me and stumbled on a boy. He was lying on the ground, passed out. I tried to get him up so that I could help him back to his room. I mean, come on, I felt bad for the kid. I shook his shoulder and spoke quietly, "Hey bud, let's get you back to your room." I could tell from his slurred response that he was drunk. Which confused me because he didn't even look old enough to drink...