I can empathize with all of this
I lost my car for like 2 days because I was shitfaced and couldn't remember what happened to it......Turns out, I had got kicked out of a club and my homeboy got his brother to drive me home. I honestly don't remember him, or the club that I apparently drove to when I found out another person bought the bar. Never even thought to call him because I knew I was alone that evening.....Just didn't know how I got home and still had car keys. I called people that I remember seeing that night, but none of them saw me before I drunkenly drove to the club to drink free shots and pitchers. The owner finally contacted me a couple days later.
I hate to think about the things heard coming out of my room before......I really wish I hadn't done it in retrospect, but it's weird that I'm more ashamed of all the girls I bedded while my mom was in the living room yet I have no feeling one way or the other of all the weed smoke that used to billow out of my room, or copius amount of lines I used to keep on my mirror.
I moved back home for a brief stint when I was 21, but it was short lived because my homegirl wanted me to live with her because she didn't want to live alone. She was a butch lesbian, but a total scaredy cat.