"I've survived," Anton said, coming to settle on the arm of the couch. "With a sock in my mouth and a bit of sadness in my heart for having made quite the drunken fool of myself. Hopefully Michael will forgive me for being unkind."
He'd re-read the message board a few times since sobering up, and if he could figure out where the delete button was... he would have taken about 3/4 of those messages back.