Jun 23, 2006 08:46
Jammin was good last night.
Rachel was fun.
She had to nanny so I dropped her off at nine.
I was alone.
Beto joined me at Camino Real.
No Id?
No problem.
2 Pina coladas
1 strawberry Daqueri
1 Margarita
3 straight shots of Tequila
1 shot on the house
45 minutes time.
They had closed and were vaccuming and cleaning.
They didnt care.
I didnt care.
We finally left.
Apparently I couldnt drive.
11:00pm and I was going to the cabins.
I had to get home somehow.
Ali offered to come back to Camino Real and drive my car to my house.
Then go back home wih Beto.
I was too gone to deny the offer.
We rode together, he held my hand.
I was too gone to deny the offer.
Beto parked down the road, in case my parents were awake.
He hugged me and flashbacks filled my eyes.
He kissed my cheek.
The effects of the alcohol and my drugs was hitting.
I thanked him and told him he should go.
He left.
I walked to the middle of the orchard and threw up my soul.
I was shaking and my legs where numb.
My head was spinning, and my heart had gone into crazy palpitations.
Somehow made my way back home.
Laid on the couch outside.
I couldnt breathe.
I had my phone with me, I thought about calling 911.
But the thought of having my parents wake up in the middle of the night,
because their daughter had drank herself to death wouldnt let me.
The more my lungs failed me, the faster my heart beated, the closer I came to asking for help.
My brain was deprived of oxygen, and I passed out with my phone flipped open. This is it I thought. According to Doctors, last night should have killed me. But Im so stubborn I even had to prove that theory wrong. Im a zombie today. How Im typing this I do not know, but Im typing it because I want to remember last nights happenings.