

“Again? Ok, no more ambian and rum, this time I am serious.”
First see if the blood pattern tells me anything of value. Next steps are to find peroxide to clean my clothes of blood and if I am out of luck, improvise. Then I’d see if I can figure anything out about what happened. Wipe off the knife handle, scrub under my nails with bleach, cut the phone lines to the house, break the back door or a window, find anything of value to steal and bury nearby for later retrieval, then do some shots of alcohol, get in the backseat of the car and touch a bunch of stuff in the car, puke, and start walking along the road until I can flag someone down and ask to use their phone to call the cops.
After that is just a matter of knowing nothing besides going to bed after 2 Ambien and a hearty amount of 94 proof rum and waking up in the unfamiliar car and stumbling into the house and finding the stranger dead, didn’t have my phone, didn’t look for their phone because I wanted to GTFO in case the murderer was still there, went to get help and here we are.
Best case no big problem, worst case I get a few charges that won’t stick unless the victim’s phone can prove I did it. If it can prove I did it, rip bozo.
We all need to make sacrifices. They should have gotten a handle of whiskey and drink water.