i think i got drugged
on thursday night i pretty much came as close to my death as possible, aside from the time i almost slipped off the bridge on my bike.
it was a fantagraphics art opening and what not, so there was lots of free alcohol and stuff. i drank some beer, and some wine, and then some more. i made it to the train fine, a little drunk, and rode towards home, until i hit nevins street, where vomit surged from my mouth and i flew out between the train cars and puked into the four trains tunnel until the train reached its final destination, my stop. i got home fine and ran to the bathroom. the last thing i remember was pissing myself from puking so hard.
i woke up in red hot pants and totally confused and upset.
it seems that while i got done doing whatever i was in the bathroom for two hours, shitting and puking into my pants around my ankles babbling totally incoherently and out of my head about vodka and a girl who plays bass, and something about mohawks.
this has never happened to me before, and i have been completely obliterated, and that's never happened. i sorta think someone might have actually put something in my drink or maybe i just got alcohol poisoning, but i did make it home ok, and was coherent until i was puking for hours on end...the whole thing is pretty funny, but also is kind of scary.
the fact that i could have blacked out while riding between train cars, or never making it home ok, really makes me upset, and has me wondering if something was put in my drink, or maybe i got alcohol poisoning. i dont think its possible for someone to get that annihilated off of wine at an art opening.
seeing the original first issue of love and rockets was sweet. and today i had an amazing day.
it was a fantagraphics art opening and what not, so there was lots of free alcohol and stuff. i drank some beer, and some wine, and then some more. i made it to the train fine, a little drunk, and rode towards home, until i hit nevins street, where vomit surged from my mouth and i flew out between the train cars and puked into the four trains tunnel until the train reached its final destination, my stop. i got home fine and ran to the bathroom. the last thing i remember was pissing myself from puking so hard.
i woke up in red hot pants and totally confused and upset.
it seems that while i got done doing whatever i was in the bathroom for two hours, shitting and puking into my pants around my ankles babbling totally incoherently and out of my head about vodka and a girl who plays bass, and something about mohawks.
this has never happened to me before, and i have been completely obliterated, and that's never happened. i sorta think someone might have actually put something in my drink or maybe i just got alcohol poisoning, but i did make it home ok, and was coherent until i was puking for hours on end...the whole thing is pretty funny, but also is kind of scary.
the fact that i could have blacked out while riding between train cars, or never making it home ok, really makes me upset, and has me wondering if something was put in my drink, or maybe i got alcohol poisoning. i dont think its possible for someone to get that annihilated off of wine at an art opening.
seeing the original first issue of love and rockets was sweet. and today i had an amazing day.