Spaceman Spiff
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First I'd like to point out that I do not ever black out on alcohol, ever. Secondly, Id like to point out that when I take ambien and drink alcohol I black out, always. So my account of this story is perhaps not completely correct, but what the hell difference does that make to you anyway
This happened about 6 months ago. I had been drinking quite heavily when, as I always did during that time of my life, decided to take an ambien (or two or three, hehe). Wait, go back a titch to the i was drinking quite heavily bit. When I was drinking, I got the urge to call up my ex-girlfriend (poor girl) and tell her I wanted to see her. Honest to God, in that moment, I did want to see her! So things were arranged, and she was to be at my house the next morning around 9 am. Okay so now here I go and take an ambien. I live directly across the street from a shopping center that has a Taco Bell so I decided to go hit up the drive-thru before the ambien started kicking my ass. Well....hah well well, ambien had other ideas and that is where I blacked out-somewhere between my house and Taco Bell. The next morning I woke up to a phone call from my ex saying, "Open up your door." I looked around me and quickly, horrifyingly realized I was not in my bed, but in the bed of a close friend (her name is Lorraine). I said, "I'm not home, I don't know what to say...I'm sorry." Well, she hung up and we didnt talk for a loooong time. I turned over to Lorraine and asked her what happened/how I got there. She looked at me completely amazed, "Are you serious you dont remember last night?" I told her no. She said, "You picked up a hooker last night and called me for help because she didnt speak any english. You needed someone to talk to her in Spanish." I just closed my eyes and kept saying oh my god, oh my god. So then I started to get flashbacks, very very ugly flashbacks. I remember going to CVS after I left Taco Bell. I have no idea why. But if you have ever drank and taken ambien you understand you dont really do what you do. Ambien does for you. So when I got to CVS, I saw to my ambien-eyes the most beautifully pudgy girl to ever sit in a civic outside a CVS. Somehow, I approached her. I would give ANYTHING to have a video or recollection of how/why I did that. I dont know if I just did it, if she waved at me, motioned me over, etc. Regardless, i do remember eating my Taco Bell in her car. Then I told her to follow me...where my initial intention of taking her was I dont know, but when I got back in my car I realized what the hell I was doing and called my friend. She told me I called her and said, "Where are you? I picked up a prostitute and she doesnt speak any english I need you to come save me." So I drove to Lorraine's house, hooker close behind. When Lorraine got there she said I was in the hooker's car making out . When she opened up the door to get me out, she said I told her, "I dont need two of you!" I remember two things about being in that car. 1- Her lips felt like jello. 2- She kept saying, "my house, my house" over and over and I kept saying , "Fifty dollars?" to which she would reply, "my house". (i had no cash on me) So today i contend that perhaps she was not a hooker at all and maybe, just maybe, I may have met a poor young immigrant that just wanted to fuck me and had no idea why i kept repeating "fifty dollars". But, in my heart I know she was a whore. Probably a whore that was going to take me back screw me, steal my wallet, and leave me in a ditch.
-spaceman
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This happened about 6 months ago. I had been drinking quite heavily when, as I always did during that time of my life, decided to take an ambien (or two or three, hehe). Wait, go back a titch to the i was drinking quite heavily bit. When I was drinking, I got the urge to call up my ex-girlfriend (poor girl) and tell her I wanted to see her. Honest to God, in that moment, I did want to see her! So things were arranged, and she was to be at my house the next morning around 9 am. Okay so now here I go and take an ambien. I live directly across the street from a shopping center that has a Taco Bell so I decided to go hit up the drive-thru before the ambien started kicking my ass. Well....hah well well, ambien had other ideas and that is where I blacked out-somewhere between my house and Taco Bell. The next morning I woke up to a phone call from my ex saying, "Open up your door." I looked around me and quickly, horrifyingly realized I was not in my bed, but in the bed of a close friend (her name is Lorraine). I said, "I'm not home, I don't know what to say...I'm sorry." Well, she hung up and we didnt talk for a loooong time. I turned over to Lorraine and asked her what happened/how I got there. She looked at me completely amazed, "Are you serious you dont remember last night?" I told her no. She said, "You picked up a hooker last night and called me for help because she didnt speak any english. You needed someone to talk to her in Spanish." I just closed my eyes and kept saying oh my god, oh my god. So then I started to get flashbacks, very very ugly flashbacks. I remember going to CVS after I left Taco Bell. I have no idea why. But if you have ever drank and taken ambien you understand you dont really do what you do. Ambien does for you. So when I got to CVS, I saw to my ambien-eyes the most beautifully pudgy girl to ever sit in a civic outside a CVS. Somehow, I approached her. I would give ANYTHING to have a video or recollection of how/why I did that. I dont know if I just did it, if she waved at me, motioned me over, etc. Regardless, i do remember eating my Taco Bell in her car. Then I told her to follow me...where my initial intention of taking her was I dont know, but when I got back in my car I realized what the hell I was doing and called my friend. She told me I called her and said, "Where are you? I picked up a prostitute and she doesnt speak any english I need you to come save me." So I drove to Lorraine's house, hooker close behind. When Lorraine got there she said I was in the hooker's car making out . When she opened up the door to get me out, she said I told her, "I dont need two of you!" I remember two things about being in that car. 1- Her lips felt like jello. 2- She kept saying, "my house, my house" over and over and I kept saying , "Fifty dollars?" to which she would reply, "my house". (i had no cash on me) So today i contend that perhaps she was not a hooker at all and maybe, just maybe, I may have met a poor young immigrant that just wanted to fuck me and had no idea why i kept repeating "fifty dollars". But, in my heart I know she was a whore. Probably a whore that was going to take me back screw me, steal my wallet, and leave me in a ditch.
-spaceman
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