On a golf course putting green.

I was drunk as a skunk.

I climbed the fence and then I took the big ball markers that mark the tee of each hole, and I stabbed the stabby part into a tree until one tree had all the markers stabbed into it.

Then I went to sleep.

Not super proud of that

In a Walmart parking lot. in a van, with three homies… in a random state. Was it Georgia?

Pile of cardboard at work because I was pulling 90 hour weeks and I had to work in like 5 hours at the end of my previous shift and I figured the extra time spent traveling home was better spent sleeping.

On a picnic table in a state park. I was sober, just very tired.

In a supposedly haunted revolutionary war cemetery.

December 23, 1995: On a wooden basement staircase, in an empty house, with no heat, with my dog. My parents lost the house. All our stuff had been moved out. Our nervous dog wouldn’t settle. I couldn’t leave him. That was the last night I slept in the house where I grew up.

December 1998: On a basement floor near Ottawa. At least it was carpeted. Hammered after some party near a college. In the night, some angel draped a blanket over me. Best feeling of my life to that point. Some guy’s sister was kind to us.

May 2009: Coober Pedy, Australia. Slept in a hostel that was in a mine. Slept underground in a room with bunk beds and no windows. It was weird. Felt like a bomb shelter.

December 2011: Wadi Rum, Jordan. Slept outside under the stars on a sleeping mat on a rock of biblical proportion. The guy in the tent next to ours was snoring. Loudly. My partner couldn’t take it. We dragged our mattresses out onto a rock 300 m from camp. I reasoned — scorpions were less likely to find us. Coulda been wrong. Still here to tell the tale.

I’ve slept in some weird places.

Long story on how I got there but I slept part of a night in the engine car of an old steam train in a city park.

According to one of my platoon-mates,

• in a swamp. Standing in 15cm of ~water. Nothing but fucktrees in all directions, off into the dark.

Ya just kinda bend your knees a bit and stop there.

Probably in the bathroom.

I’ve slept on airplanes, which tend to fly over just about anywhere along their path, so technically over the top of lots of places, and if at least one of them wasn’t weird I’d be surprised

Train station alley in Prague, Czechoslovakia.

In the women’s locker room at the shipyard. Nobody ever goes in there, it’s clean, it’s never used, and I just got off a sixteen hour shift of welding. I was damn tired and couldn’t muster the strength to drive myself home.

I got about five hours of sleep which was enough rest to drive myself home and call out “sick” the next day.

Curled up in a ball in the back of my Wrangler.

After working a 20hr shift, I got home reached in the back to get my backpack and couldn’t quite reach. Crawled out of the seat to grab it and woke up 6 hours later disoriented af.

Public bus i guess? Probably pretty common tho.

Not that weird compared to the other replies, but on a balcony