MDA / bupe / booze and xanax cocktail. Sounds like a potential disaster in public, but depite the odd nod or bizarre hallucination there were no 'episodes' and I was able to converse with straight people, albeit in a terrifyingly friendly way.
Total amnesia this morning though, which is often a good thing. A 12" Charcoal Pit pizza? Not what I should be bringing home. Though less trouble than a shoplifter, a battered wife, or any of the other nutters and misfits who would accept an invitation to accompany me back to my pit.
Total amnesia this morning though, which is often a good thing. A 12" Charcoal Pit pizza? Not what I should be bringing home. Though less trouble than a shoplifter, a battered wife, or any of the other nutters and misfits who would accept an invitation to accompany me back to my pit.
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