[ WP ] Write the same story twice . One as a drama and the other as a comedy .

He walked down the street, the birdsong hitting his ears like a barrage of bullets. Pain erupting with every step. He could taste alcohol and vomit on his lips. He should n't have gone to the party, that was clear. But the events of the night were not entirely his fault. At least that's what he was telling himself. His drink must have been spiked. That's it. That's why he did it. But he knew the truth. He could n't handle his alcohol. He remembered the screams of dismay, the knife, the pink skin punctured and leaking as it was all a dream. He paused to vomit again in a passing bush.'I wonder whether I should move to Alaska' was his last thought as he dropped onto the grass and the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness. 
 
 He woke to a text from his friend. He knew that she had n't been at the party, so the news must have spread round to everyone in town by now. He rolled over, landing face first in a pile of his own vomit. Wiping his face on the damp grass he crawled over to shade of the trees and read her message again. 
 
 **Comedy** 
 
 *What did you do! You need to come to my house and we can talk it over before you speak to anyone else. But seriously, stabbing that giant pool inflatable? Tim's mom is so pissed. * 
 
 
 
 
 **Drama** 
 
 *What did you do! You need to come to my house and we can talk it over before you speak to anyone else. But seriously, stabbing Tim? Tim's mom is so pissed. *
