I was drugged at a party on Saturday. A random place that I stopped by while riding through Venice. I didn't know anyone, and it was a peculiar place. I decided that it was great idea to go see George. He was passed out, and I realized that I was fucked up. I woke up at 3 AM in the front yard. Woke up again inside of the refrigerator with my shoes and backpack on. Then woke up again on top of George's best friend. This is why I'm straight edge.
But on a lighter note, I'll be at Comicon, volunteering; wouldn't miss it for the world!
But on a lighter note, I'll be at Comicon, volunteering; wouldn't miss it for the world!
lizaeth:
I'm really glad that you are OK. That sounds scary.