that's when i fell for the leader of the pack VROOM VROOM!
ther rest of the story of last friday night is going to be typed right NOW! right HERE!
so here goes...
Donny is royally fucked up, unable to support himself, and babbling nonsense to rival the fairy godmother's "Bippity Boppity Boo" song. We take the kid outside for some fresh air, and somehow we end up stumbling into the garage (which is to the right of the front door). Realizing this is getting serious, we strive to pull Donny up and bring him inside the house to lay him down. I was frantically trying to make him drink some water, because God was telling me to do so.
I saw myself failing, and as Donny drunkenly swaggered around the garage, he fell. Now, since I have the reflexes of a cat, I was able to lunge and catch the drunken shit, but it wasn't enough! NO! he fell despite, as I am a weak mofo who had had a fair share to drink as well, and
BAM! he hits his head on the concrete, right back where the medulla oblongata is. His eyes weren't focusing after that, and he began to spit upon himself like a 3 month old. His vocal capabilities were null and his pupils were lost in the expanse of his eyeballs. I honestly thought, at this point, that he was dead, dying, or going to be brain dead.
fear struck my maxXx heart like 26 pins and needles. I think, at this point, I began to really grab hold of the gravity of the situation. My brother in law wanted to get him into the house, so we could toss him in a cold shower, so we went around through the backyard. Donny was a mess, though, and flailing wildly from here to there. Though this trip sustained him no major injuries, he did manage to fall in a turkey roaster that my sister had left on the side of her house after thanksgiving that had never been fully cleaned out. He smelled like shit, and so did we since we were carrying him.
we almost got him to the house, when my sister came out on the phone with 911. Convinced he was never going to recover, I was in tears (i know...im a puss, fuck you). the lady on the phone was asking me all sorts of questions, made me clear his breathing passages and monitor his breathing--which was fine. All of the sudden, EMTS were everywhere, and a police man was kneeling next to me, asking for phone numbers and who drank what, how old we were, taking my ID (im underage and so is donny).
Then, in a second or three, I was sitting in the back of the police car, bawling, scared for my future and, more so, for my good friend's LIFE!
i called my bf and he was high on some drug but managed to comfort me a bit, nonetheless. and so i called my heather, and she stayed on the phone with me and eased my worries and was an absolute doll. and if i never thanked you enough, dearly beloved, thank you OH SO MUCH!
so DRAMA and the cops were semi-dicks. but one of them, seeing my obvious distress, came and said "Listen, at worst, you'll go to jail and be locked up a couple hours. You might be cited. What we're trying to do is to see if this was a crime."
And then, not so long afterwards "we're going to let you go...but you know you fucked up."
no fucking kidding...
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so, donny went to the hospital, his mom was furious with both me and him, his "girlfriend" came and kept vigil at his bedside like those women of legend (penelope) and i even spent time worrying at the hospital. he got out sunday afternoon and will recover fully, though they had to stick 4 ivs in his arm and tubes down his throat so he wouldn't puke inside of his own lungs.
i owe you a few, God.
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maxXximus.
so here goes...
Donny is royally fucked up, unable to support himself, and babbling nonsense to rival the fairy godmother's "Bippity Boppity Boo" song. We take the kid outside for some fresh air, and somehow we end up stumbling into the garage (which is to the right of the front door). Realizing this is getting serious, we strive to pull Donny up and bring him inside the house to lay him down. I was frantically trying to make him drink some water, because God was telling me to do so.
I saw myself failing, and as Donny drunkenly swaggered around the garage, he fell. Now, since I have the reflexes of a cat, I was able to lunge and catch the drunken shit, but it wasn't enough! NO! he fell despite, as I am a weak mofo who had had a fair share to drink as well, and
BAM! he hits his head on the concrete, right back where the medulla oblongata is. His eyes weren't focusing after that, and he began to spit upon himself like a 3 month old. His vocal capabilities were null and his pupils were lost in the expanse of his eyeballs. I honestly thought, at this point, that he was dead, dying, or going to be brain dead.
fear struck my maxXx heart like 26 pins and needles. I think, at this point, I began to really grab hold of the gravity of the situation. My brother in law wanted to get him into the house, so we could toss him in a cold shower, so we went around through the backyard. Donny was a mess, though, and flailing wildly from here to there. Though this trip sustained him no major injuries, he did manage to fall in a turkey roaster that my sister had left on the side of her house after thanksgiving that had never been fully cleaned out. He smelled like shit, and so did we since we were carrying him.
we almost got him to the house, when my sister came out on the phone with 911. Convinced he was never going to recover, I was in tears (i know...im a puss, fuck you). the lady on the phone was asking me all sorts of questions, made me clear his breathing passages and monitor his breathing--which was fine. All of the sudden, EMTS were everywhere, and a police man was kneeling next to me, asking for phone numbers and who drank what, how old we were, taking my ID (im underage and so is donny).
Then, in a second or three, I was sitting in the back of the police car, bawling, scared for my future and, more so, for my good friend's LIFE!
i called my bf and he was high on some drug but managed to comfort me a bit, nonetheless. and so i called my heather, and she stayed on the phone with me and eased my worries and was an absolute doll. and if i never thanked you enough, dearly beloved, thank you OH SO MUCH!
so DRAMA and the cops were semi-dicks. but one of them, seeing my obvious distress, came and said "Listen, at worst, you'll go to jail and be locked up a couple hours. You might be cited. What we're trying to do is to see if this was a crime."
And then, not so long afterwards "we're going to let you go...but you know you fucked up."
no fucking kidding...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
so, donny went to the hospital, his mom was furious with both me and him, his "girlfriend" came and kept vigil at his bedside like those women of legend (penelope) and i even spent time worrying at the hospital. he got out sunday afternoon and will recover fully, though they had to stick 4 ivs in his arm and tubes down his throat so he wouldn't puke inside of his own lungs.
i owe you a few, God.
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maxXximus.